"Greg, I should tell you something," she said.

“You've been a unicorn in disguise this whole time." He deadpanned, keeping his tone gravely serious.

“I've had my suspicions since the beginning."

That got a snort of laughter from her that she hadn't been expecting.

“You are such an ass!"

His sombre expression broke apart into a relaxed grin. "I have my redeeming qualities. What's up?"

Walking away from the armour display, he stepped around the bed to take a seat by her legs. She was covered in a thick blanket, and he knew she was naked beneath it.

“I think something's happening to me. I feel funny ever since it happened. At first I figured: Hey! I died! If I didn't feel a little weird then that would be weird, right?"

He nodded. It would.

“Except after a while I started getting better," she continued. "Valise has given me the all-clear as far as my physical health goes. The poison I got stuck with is out of my system, the wound's healed fully.

I should be ready to dance a jig, but I feel... weird."

“Weird, how?"

“It's different depending on the hour. Sometimes I'm dizzy, sometimes it feels like my skin's itching like crazy, and sometimes it's just a mild headache. I thought I might be getting a fever, but like I said,

Valise has given me the all-clear and I think she'd recognize a fever if she saw one. It's why I didn't go with you tonight. I didn't want to get a dizzy spell and bring up my lunch in front of everyone."

“Wise move. Don't worry about that now." He reached over and placed his hand upon hers, giving it an affectionate pat.

“So what does it feel

Like?"

“It feels like you put something inside of me."

"You mean, you're... you're..." His eyes widened as he Looked down to her belly.

“No! Sorry." She shook her head firmly and swished her hands in front of her to dismiss what he was thinking. "Big misdirect there. My fault.