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

Once the heaving ceased, her stomach settled. Meerkat backed out of the thicket, eager to put some space between herself and the puddle of sick. She returned to where she’d left Alaric, right at the same time he came back with a piece of ice in his mouth. She blinked as he set it down and nosed a chunk toward her.

I don’t know, she answered his question honestly. I don’t think it’s the pregnancy. I think I just ate something off, she added before bending to lick at the ice, if only to rinse some of the bitter taste out of her mouth.