Lying on the fur pile Odessa could help but feel sorry for herself. Larger than she should be at this point, thanks to her curves and compact shape, she'd slowed down to a near stop these days. The extent of her work entailing pottering around up on the ground level sorting out herbs. Novak had been travelling to the clinic to drop things off and collect things. But the bulk of her medic work was done from home. Today she didn't feel well either. Bloated and unable to keep down the food she desperately wanted to eat had left her moping in her bed while Imhotep ran around tending to her. The poor medic could barely muster a smile towards the male. And what's more she was almost always uncomfortable. As she was now. Struggling to summon the energy to roll onto her back Odessa growled before landing flat on her back.
Soft grey fingers found he stomach and began swirling patterns over it, trying to ease the uneasy feeling within. Whether it was the puppies or illness she didn't know, she hoped it was the former as she didn't want the horrible sickness to continue any longer. Granted she'd still have to stay at home, but at least she'd be up. Unable to stand being alone in the cool, dark room any longer, she called up to her mate. 'Immy! Could you come down here?' The medic's fingers tapped on her stomach gently as she tried to fathom what they'd look like. Perhaps a mix of golds and greys. Though she hoped they'd inherit her thick pelt. After all, Odessa knew how much Imm struggled.
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