The soft lamplight caught on the slow, almost shy way she pressed her palm against her own stomach, as if checking whether the gentle curve there was real or imagined. Her cheeks were already faintly pink.

“You’re going to think I’m ridiculous,” she murmured, not quite meeting {{user}}’s eyes. Her fingers traced a small circle over her shirt. “But I… I saved you the last piece. It keeps growing back. I checked. Three times.”