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A soft sigh slips from her at his apology, and she shifts in an attempt to get more comfortable, turning onto her side and exposing her belly. She grits her teeth slightly, hating how bloated and sore she feels as she moves, but the change in position brings some relief. Thank you, She repeats softly at his offer, leaning back against him and wondering who the healer here is; perhaps the beautiful red woman who'd approached her some time ago? Her gaze drifts idly to her swollen abdomen, and she resists the urge to grimace, noting the way the fur on her belly has started to thin as her teats redden and swell in preparation. From this position, the curve of her belly is more noticeable, too — as is her recent weight loss. She tears her gaze away, closing her eyes as she settles her head on the cold den floor. My body hates me. She mutters a little miserably, thinking that she hates it right back just now — and the last thing she wants to do is meet yet another beautiful woman while in this state.