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She turned and was sick again. It bothered him on a fundamental level that their new home was now plagued by not one ill woman but two, and Glaukos for all his sticks and stones for brains caught himself hoping it wasn't contagious; but he knew he couldn't be pregnant, he wasn't that thick-skulled. It was a concern that remained at the forefront of his mind though.

The sight of her in disarray didn't bother him at all. As she began to scrub at her forearms and chest, he moved close enough to help and tidied her face with a surprising level of apparent care, and then moved away to grab a drink for himself. Except when he moved to the water he saw a slick diaphanous layer of stomach juices where he was about to take a lick, and stopped himself, and decided to drink later.

The fur of his chest was sopping wet now, and he shook some of that away, and cast Heda a look.

Is that why you are sick? He had seen the way Druid had been picking at food, or she'd be ravenous, and in the morning she would sometimes sneak away and come back with a similar illness clinging to her. Glaukos had only ever done half his job when it came to being a father — he'd done the man's part, and then not been required to do more — so this was his first encounter with the entire experience.