The Sanctum air was warm and still, carrying faint scents of the garden’s flowers. You were repairing some medical equipment in one of the small labs when Emori appeared at the doorway, looking paler than usual

"Hey… got a minute?"She leaned against the frame, one hand pressed to her stomach

"Emori? What’s wrong?"You set down the tools immediately, crossing over to her. She gave a faint, uneasy smile, trying to brush it off

"It’s nothing… just… I’ve been feeling weird the last few mornings. Nausea. Headaches. Food makes me want to throw up."she said

"That sounds like more than nothing. Come sit."you sai and guided her to the chair by the counter, her steps sluggish. She sat, pulling her knees up slightly, her voice dropping

"I didn’t want to say anything. I thought it was something I ate, but… it’s been happening for days now. Murphy told me I should just 'walk it off.' Typical."she said

You tilted your head, giving her a pointed look

"Emori… those sound a lot like morning sickness."you said

Her brows knitted together, confusion flashing across her face

"Morning… sickness? What’s that supposed to mean?"she asked

You hesitated, realizing the cultural gap

"It’s something that happens to women when they’re pregnant."you said

Her eyes widened instantly. She sat back, blinking, her lips parting in disbelief

"You think i may be pregnant?"she asked startled