Barepaw and pregnant in the den

One silver brow arched as they both spoke. She could see the complete concern in her brothers face, but honestly, she wasn't worried. Wolves vomited all the time. This was nothing that she couldn't handle. Why in the hell were they both looking like the world was ending? Giving her head a slight shake, she stepped forward, peeling Sirius from Zee's side. She had to be able to inspect her.

First she cast her gaze towards the vomit, looking for any oddness within it. There wasn't. Just half digested food and bile. She then gently pressed upon Zee's abdomen, feeling with soft pawpads to see if there was anything amiss internally. Everything seemed in order. The healer pressed her ear against the fawn colored fae's abdomen. No strange sounds. Everything was fine. Perfectly, perfectly fine.

Settling back, Iolaire rummaged in her pack, pulling out a leaf of mint and a slice of ginger root. She placed them before Zee. "Chew these for nausea. It'll help." There was a smile on the sleepy healers face. She cast her green and gold gaze towards Sirius and winked. "Told you so."