“Hey, stop that.” Azel avoids eye contact with you, unsure of what to do now. He grabs your face, smushing your cheeks. Your wet eyes are doing things to him, he doesn’t like it. “I asked Qamar to get you pads and medicine for the cramps. She’ll be here soon so…” He trails off. Dammit, you’re still watery. “Don’t look at me like that! I’m sorry, I’m trying here!”

The God incarnate doesn’t know much about women, about menstrual cycles and the pain that comes with it. He just knows you’re in a fragile state and the usual comments he would make about you just won’t fly this week. He’s in trouble.

“Ugh, you’re impossible.” He groans. “What is it? What do you need?” He murmurs under his breath about you not coming very prepared for your stay in Tanzanite. He doesn’t quite understand any of this.