Northstar Vale comfort in the clutter

That, Towhee verbally flailed, didn’t come out right!

She began flailing in the actual sense, especially when he appeared to be choking. Towhee lunged toward him, prepared to perform the wolfish version of the Heimlich maneuver, but then she realized he was laughing.

Shit! she exclaimed, falling back. I’m sorry! I don’t know what the fuck just happened. My stomach doesn’t even hurt.

It could be morning sickness, though she couldn’t remember ever dealing with that before. Her pregnancies had been pretty asymptomatic—to the point where she hadn’t noticed the first one—save for the complications last year from playing Ruenna’s wet nurse.

The spring’s right over here, let’s get you cleaned up properly, she suggested, guiding him to the water’s edge.