She gave a start when he opened the door, nearly toppling from her rumpled bed. But it was just Tristan. She stared at him unblinkingly for what one might consider the longest moment, a stare that would slow time itself when in reality, it went by normally. Then she took in a deep breath and gave a shuddering sigh, shifting back down so her head was on the pillow again. It took her that time to realize he had asked her a question. Her mouth pulled downward in a frown, forehead puckering. "I'm fine," she said softly and flatly.

Pippa wasn't, though. She wasn't fine. She was having bad dreams and she was... oh god, that was right, she was most likely pregnant. How could she have let it happen?

In fact, the sight of food churned her stomach. A gag bubbled forth and she slapped her hand over her mouth. There was no point, it was a dry heave as there was nothing in her stomach at the moment.