trace your roots back to the ground

Something had been troubling Halo's stomach, and troubling it quite badly. It was a fight to try and settle it. A fight she'd waged with ginger, peppermint, chamomile. All the things that should be helping simply... weren't. Any time Halo tried to eat breakfast she found herself throwing it right back up. It didn't make sense. What was wrong with her? There was nothing wrong with the food. No one else was getting sick. It couldn't even be something viral, else Mortis would be sick too, living in such close quarters.

Mortis.

Oh no. Oh no. Halo found herself counting back the days, taking a moment to look at her other symptoms with an analytical mind instead of an emotional one. Strange swelling, how bloated she'd felt, the ache in her back that seemed like it wouldn't go away. All of that paired with the fact she was throwing up particularly in the mornings. Oh no. It couldn't be true... it shouldn't have been possible, even, as she was out of season. Feeling the panic rise in her system and her head start to spin-- oh no.

The panic wasn't the only thing, though. No, it wasn't just panic, there was excitement too. Halo had wanted nothing more than a family, than pups of her own but... Mortis? They'd had such a talk the night that things had happened, but since then? She couldn't really put the words together correctly. Still, the woman resolved that she'd need to tell him when he came home later today. Until then, the healer would make herself a cup of tea and just... wait. Try to hold the tea down and, agonizingly, wait.