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She didn't move. Allowed him to sniff along her temple and she didn't feel feverish. This was good, but it meant that she truly didn't feel good. And he wasn't certain how to fix this. If there was no infection, but it was her body rebelling against itself. There was not much he could do, but manage her symptoms as they came along.

Etienne nodded. It was not her fault, she didn't need to say sorry. But he appreciated it all the same. Li Oke These terms were at least close enough to common that she would know what he had meant and he wouldn't hvae to speak. Because frankly he didn't wish too.

Etienne reached out and touched her paw. Shaking his head gently. Stress was just as bad after pregnancy as during. And it could cause her more hardship.