Kavira POV
For the third time this morning, I found myself hunched over the porcelain God, my forehead resting against the cool rim of the toilet. The chill of the seat soothed my clammy skin, though only slightly. Meanwhile, Vorian was tucked away in his office, handling a meeting with Calista, blissfully far from the symphony of my retching.
The bathroom door creaked open, and Sorentha stepped inside.
“You okay?” she asked gently.
I lifted my head just enough to shoot her a sarcastic glance, my voice muffled as it echoed inside the bowl. “Don’t I look okay?”
She only smiled. Grabbing a washcloth, she dampened it under the faucet, wrung it out, and pressed it tenderly against my forehead, wiping away the sheen of sweat. “You’re pale.”
“Pregnancy sucks,” I muttered, half-whining, hal
