Aurelia POV
The nausea arrived without warning most mornings, forcing me from the narrow cot before I even fully woken.
I made it outside the cabin just in time that particular morning, my stomach emptying itself into the undergrowth beyond the door while Selina held back my hair with one hand and rubbed gentle circles against my back with the other.
"Better?" she asked once the worst of it had passed, offering me a small cup of water she apparently anticipated needing.
"A little," I admitted, wiping my mouth with the back of my trembling hand. "It seems to be getting worse, not better."
"That's fairly typical this early," Rowan said from the cabin doorway, having witnessed the entire episode with the same calm, practical attention he brought to most challenges. "It should ease somewh
