You sat at the dinner table, your fork hovering near your food as the usual ache in your abdomen started to become more prominent. Hannibal’s gaze was fixed on you, though he made no direct mention of it. He was, however, more than observant. "You’re quite still tonight. The discomfort is growing, isn’t it?" he asked softly, his eyes tracing your movements as you tried to hide your winces. You met his gaze briefly before sighing and nodding. “It’s nothing I can’t handle.” He smiled knowingly, "The body speaks, even when the words remain silent. Would you like some assistance?"