Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20140906173711/@comment-12599067-20140915025129

Efmrider wrote:

Torene was practically hanging on to Makoru's arm, her legs barely able to hold her up. She was highly irritated at him for fussing with the guards when she was so sick. She considered puking on his fine ebony boots. Makoru ended up half-carrying Torene towards their shared bedroom, where he carefully helped her take a seat on the massive bed that took up about a fourth of the room before he took a seat next to her. In the heavy armor he wore, it made it somewhat uncomfortable to sit down, but he spent enough time training in the ebony shell that it was significantly less problematic than it could have been.

"What's wrong, Torene?" Makoru asked, unaware of the situation but knowing that something was afoot. He knew that she had been ill and knew that it must be important for her to want to speak to him in private before having him inform a healer, but was clueless as to what the problem was. He could think of a handful of things, one of which stood out more than the others, but somehow he doubted that was what was causing her illness. It had been many years since she had last been with child and it had seemed unlikely to him that it might happen again.