Arrangements were being made, Ochitsuki had agreed to act as the officiant in their private ceremony. The only koi wolf who didn't dwell within Tojo that he trusted with this matter, who's word carried weight in his mind and thusly knew how things ought to be done. It would be quite the trip for Kiriko in her condition, but it needed to be done and soon before travel would be too risky for her.

He knew where to find her, of course, she'd been staying in his dens as of late and it wasn't as if he had the mind to kick her out. They were to be wed, there was no reason to be so prudish considering what had already happened between them. Not a mistake, but something he'd never really considered before. Perhaps he'd gotten too used to solitude, stuck in his stubborn old ways and...well, not taken advantage of since that would imply he disliked it. It felt like a tedious thing to think about, to untangle, and it probably wasn't worth the effort anyway.

"Kiriko." He greeted, his voice gruff but not unkind. "We leave Nook in a few days time. Is there anything you need? "

Arrangements. They were to be wed. Kiriko wasn’t sure exactly what it would all entail, but she was excited. Things had finally all worked out for her, and she was free to feel the most important things now. Excitement. Happiness. Even some closeness to Hattori, more so than before. Though she knows who he is and what he’s about, she also doesn’t mind. A political marriage, but he hasn’t been devoid of tenderness. They didn’t need to untangle the strange web woven between them. Frankly, that was energy better spent elsewhere. For both of them.

Hattori’s approach isn’t unwelcome, and she offers a gentle smile and twitch of her tail by way of greeting. ”I should be alright, but I worry we may need to leave a bit early. I’m just… slow these days.” Kiriko’s tone and expression both were sheepish. She feels bad about asking for the accommodation, but baking quite this many puppies was… a lot. It’s a lot, and she’s perhaps a bit embarrassed.

Hattori grunted in acknowledgment, he had considered as much. For a healthy wolf the journey would be long but not overly taxing, but if she said she would be able to cope then the Kaicho would take her word on it. She was a talented healer and understood her body more than Hattori could ever claim to. Should things become too difficult she would say as much and she would be catered to, it was about as simple as that in Hattori's mind.

"That is fine." He insisted, as that had also been taken into account. Hattori was nothing if not thorough, even if they were on a bit of a time crunch. "And are you well?" Was the next, if not expected question he asked.

She's not used to being the one on the receiving end of care like this. Always existing with a foot between two worlds-- seeing the upper crust, living among them, but being very clearly othered. This is different. Not to be hidden away, at least, not hidden away in the same sense she's used to. Out of the public eye for her own comfort, now, due to her size. There had been a spare few days when she'd been fairly obviously showing, but still mobile. Now it was... well, it was getting difficult. Kiriko moved more slowly, and she felt terribly self conscious. She'd grown increasingly round, and her steps came more and more slowly. But then, there's the care in his voice as he speaks. The self conscious nature fades a bit, and Kiriko's ruby gaze is gentle as it rests on the man. She gives a small nod, though the words that come are thoughtful and honest. "Very well, thank you." Kiriko pauses, figuring it was better to tell him the whole truth. They'd best be prepared, after all. "To be this... size, at this time-- there will be many, and they are already strong." She offered a weak smile. Though she'd grown more radiant through the weeks, Kiriko was also tired. Her back hurt. She wasn't going to complain aloud, but whew. "Speech"

She could already tell? Hattori was hardly the expert in such matters, he knew next to nothing really and was inclined to take her word for it. Still, this was good news but not entirely unexpected either. They both came from lineages with respectable breeding, and her background alone was in part what cemented this agreement between them- he did not need more children who...didn't live up to the standards and ideals he had in mind. He cared for his children with Venom in his own, emotionally stifled way, but often they felt more like her kin than his own. Perhaps if he had handled things differently that wouldn't be the case, but it was too late now.

"Good." He was as pleased as he could muster, which was to say it didn't amount to much in terms of a change in his expression. "Will you have Sedna tend to you?" Which wasn't to say he doubted her skills, it was more of an issue of herself being the patient and practitioner, it didn't seem very feasible. What if something were to go wrong?