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She gently helped him, gritting her teeth as the baby kicked painfully. She finally gasped sharply, clutching her belly before fixing her expression |
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Gale quit what he was doing, immediately placing his hands gently on her shoulders and noting it was her stomach. "What hurts?" He asked softly |
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"He's just kicking, that's all. He's been doing it all day..." |
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"Can I help in any way?" Gale asked, pulling his gaunlets off. |
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She shook her head. "Just go back to getting changed, I'll deal with it" She said, eyes squeezed shut |
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"I'm not just going to leave you to suffer by yourself, at least let me be here for you." He asked gently, tossing his breastplate off. |
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"You have all day, so why should that change now, Gale?" She snapped, the pain making her pissed off |
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Gale took his hands off her, hands raised in mock surrender as he walked away, continuing to pull his armor off before setting his sword carefully in it's stand, having been an old piece of Sage's. |
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She was trembling, sitting on the edge of the bed as the kicks stopped. "I'm sorry' She said |
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"It's fine, pain makes me pissed off, too." He noted with a soft chuckle, flopping down beside her. |
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Warming, with Sleet and Heavy Icing
