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She nodded slowly, fighting a wave of nausea now — but Reverie could only hold the facade for a few more moments. She stood shakily and scrambled back several steps before her stomach flipped and she vomited bile into the snow. Her heartbeat was loud in her ears. Heat immediately washed over her cheeks, the shame of the moment registering before anything else.

I'm sorry, Reverie choked out, eyes stinging with tears. She wiped her mouth furiously. I - it's just - pregnancy. Her ears fell flat as she made the admission. She kicked snow over the bile, still shaky on her paws, and the movement sent her stumbling back into a sit.

It - it's very kind of you to bring gifts. Would you like to stay for the night, Etienne? She invited next, an awkward attempt at recovering from the shameful moment. But she still felt sick. She needed to lie down, she thought, but how could she? There was so much that required her attention.