you are the one

It had been some time since the night the pair had shared and in the days after Samara had nearly been floating on a cloud the whole time. Her meeting with Theory had gone well and she was even finding her appetite was growing, she felt vibrant and alive! And in the past few days, pretty sick. It didn't have a consistent time when nausea would hit but soon enough she'd be dashing for the nearest bush to find her last meal sneaking back up. The mornings when it hit were the worst, it was probably just because nothing quite set the mood for the day like waking up and immediately being sick but she was honestly trying her best not to let it ruin her previously bright mood.

Worse yet she didn't quite know what was causing it, once nausea passed she often found that she felt mostly alright, maybe weak from the retching itself but otherwise she found her heightened state would eventually return, particularly her appetite, and frankly she was drawing a blank on a single malady of the body that could cause that... well except one... but Samara was pretty certain she wasn't pregnant. Samara had also done her best to hide her symptoms from Rhyme, maybe it was selfish but the last thing she wanted right now was to worry him any more. She'd gotten lucky in terms of her mornings, she'd been awake before him lately and able to sneak out once the nausea hit and getting herself cleaned up before he rose.

Today? Not so much. Samara was roused gently by the scents of fresh meat and the return of heat to her back. The woman groaned sleepily, and stretched, her mind not yet fully returned to the land of the living. Samara blinked slowly, lifting her gaze to look up at Rhyme and a pleased sleepy smile rising to her lips as she saw him. The woman stretched again and yawned, slowly pulling herself into a sitting position. She pushed her face into Rhyme's fur. "Good Morning." She muttered softly. The woman turned her attention towards the scent of meat and she spotted the vase. A brighter grin lit up her face.

"What's the occasion?" She asked, padding over gently to sniff at the blooms, their sweet scent like a balm for the woman, she turned back to look at Rhyme. "Oh Rhyme they're- lovely. That's what she meant to say but naseau rolled over the woman and she shot out of the den like a bullet, she rounded the den mouth just in time to empty her stomach on the ground, at least she'd made it out of the den.

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