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[gunsandcorpses]

*It's late evening in this courtyard, and while it's a little breezy it isn't particularly cold. There's a gazebo in the middle of the courtyard. In it are a couple who have been a bit secluded lately-- a four months pregnant Tyki, cuddled up next to Cross and looking a bit worse for wear. Cross looks equally concerned

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[failingfelicity]

[Someone is finally starting to show, but is clearly more concerned about the other woman. She has no qualms fussing over her.]

Tyki? Is something wrong?

[gunsandcorpses]

... Just difficulties. She's alright.

[failingfelicity]

[Somewhat mollified, but still visibly anxious.]

Something was wrong earlier, then..?

[gunsandcorpses]

Mhmm. *Rubbing Tyki's back, he'll let her be the one to explain, if she wants to.*

[failingfelicity]

Is it making you sick?

[gunsandcorpses]

Yeah. She's been spending a lot of time in the clinic because of it.

[failingfelicity]

So long as you're sure that it is.

Is there anything I could do to help? [A slight pause.] For either of you?

[gunsandcorpses]

... Not that I can think of, but thanks for offering.

[failingfelicity]

[She nods.] Alright. You know where to find me, though, or- or contact me, if that changes.

[gunsandcorpses]

... And you can probably find us in the clinic, if you need to.

[failingfelicity]

[She chuckles lightly, finally relaxing enough to smile.] I'll keep that in mind.