Érzelem

The small wolf offered her behemoth of a brother a grin before moving over and depositing herself beside Zee. The sudden pulling of the ears made Iolaire think that the earthen woman might be a bit embarrassed. Reaching into her pack, Io removed the gourd and a small stone bowl. "Chamomile tea," she explained. "Good for anxiety. Mellows you out." Pouring some of the tea into the bowl, she placed it before the pregnant woman. Io then poured herself a bowl. The tea still steamed but wasn't boiling. It was sippable. She doubted that Sirius would want any, but she corked the gourd and slid it so that he might be able to grab it if he wished.

Io took a sip of her tea and made a small sound of pleasure. She cast a sidelong glance at Zee. "Don't be too mad at him. He didn't forget, he was just being a good brother and dealing with my emotional downpour." Pushing the bowl forward a bit so that she wouldn't spill it, Io nestled against the pregnant woman. "How are you feeling?"