Hushed Willows Do you laugh about me whenever I leave, or do I just need more therapy?

Her ears perked at Abel's approach; she paused the frantic grooming of her fur, eyes finding the rabbit as he spoke. It seemed to her that he offered it reluctantly. Either way, she didn't want it. Reverie shook her head with a faint smile for his politeness. I'm okay, but thank you, She said softly. Her appetite had dwindled to nothing, and she did not anticipate eating again until after her children were born.

She yawned. I'm too tired for food. It's a lot of work, you know, preparing for kids. Then they come out and they can't even poop by themselves... Reverie yawned a second time and went back to grooming herself.