Broin had been right. Gale woke in the mornings with her stomach churning, and sometimes, in the evenings as well. However, the tea that Broin had gotten for her did help. It had been two days, both mornings had been a little rough, and this evening seemed to make both of them pale in comparison. Gale sat in front of the fireplace, wrapped in a hide, staring at the fire. Broin had decided to give her space. She seemed to have fire in her eyes as well, her irritation with the discomfort in her stomach obvious. He couldn't blame her. He had gotten sick himself a couple of times before, and he knew that the persistent ill-feeling was undesirable, no matter the cause. Snow had been the same way. He had seen her a few times during her pregnancy, and, much like Gale, she had an earful for anyone
