Swiftcurrent Creek Holding me back, gravity's holding me back

He had surprised her—the startle and jump caused him to wince inwardly, though his eyes were sharp upon her—concerned, but something that could easily be misconstrued as stern. The whine she drew from her throat stirred an ear to flick, alarmed, but he did not move to grasp her and check her over.

In truth, he just didn’t know her very well—and any conversation he had with her had been fleeting and confusing.

“What—“ But she apologized before he could ask her what was wrong—and when she announced her pregnancy, only then did the swell of her sides become obvious  to the man. He paused—studying her. “No, he didn’t,” he offered, now finally drawing a step closer. “But it’s not him I would expect to hear it from, but the expectant parents to be—“ He stopped then, realizing the potential of having misplaced his words. They were Lestan’s weren’t they?

He exhaled, a prominent shadow as he considered before him. “Would laying down help? Can I get you anything?”