Maybe she loves me, Maybe she doesn't

She would feel him shift, showing what little belly he had left her form would mold to his. Her legs would wind themselves around his neck as she pulled herself close. How could she had not realized he was so sick earlier? She damned the man who attacked her yet again. Had she not been recovering from the pregnancy and the awful heartache she would have sought him out. No, had she never been attacked the two of them might have joined Valhalla together. She would cringe in the silence, she didn't know what to do. She didn't know what she could do. Healing had never been taught to her, but she could hunt. Before she would offer to find food for him, tear would start falling from his eyes. Why was he crying? What was going on? Why would he not tell her? Feeling tears well up in her own eyes she would rest her head against the features he had buried in her fur. "Themisto.." she would feel a whine escape her tight throat, "What is wrong, why haven't you seen Erani?" the sounds she made were almost impossibly quiet. A cold fear had placed itself within her heart.?