Lost Creek Hollow domestic pressures

gannet. she liked the sound of it, and switched the mint to her other cheek. gathering herself up, the cardinal tested a few unsteady steps; the nausea roiled in her belly again, and she hesitated. "would ... would you mind very much if i asked for your help to my den?" such a burden! already such a drain upon the hollow, for if this sickness kept up she would not be able to hunt, would she?
dismay writ itself onto her delicate features, and mona, unused to being so dependent on anyone, let alone the kindness of a man she had just met, looked away. some small part of her hoped he would say no, but it was unlikely.