Moonspear I'm Growing Tired and time stands still before me

He watched her knew what was coming and he prepared himself for it. Fully expecting stomach contents and bile to splash on his feet. Honestly it wouldn't be the first and it would be one of the more milder things to land on his feet. He was a healer so such things didn't bother him, necessarily. Was it gross sure, but he could handle it.

He moved away from her for a moment a nearby stream his intent. Grasping an edge of ice, he snapped it off and carried it back. He laid it along the fur snapping off the piece that had been in his maw, and pressing it foward.

With a nod he motioned. Lick it. If you chew pieces only small ones. Does something different help your stomach? I may have it. Every pregnancy and every woman is different. He went back to sorting his herbs, but kept a weather eye on her.