Seraphine was in real pain now, and she had zero energy left for watching Voren sit there opening and closing his mouth like he was trying to remember words from a language he'd forgotten.
She pressed against the pillows and pressed her palm flat against her lower belly, breathing through the discomfort.
The ache had gone from dull and manageable to something sharp with real teeth, radiating out from her core and making it hard to focus on anything else.
"Voren." Her voice came out thinner than she meant for it to. "This hurts a lot. If you don't actually have an antidote, just let me sleep it off." She breathed out slowly. "And can you bring Marigold in here?"
He took a long breath, the kind people take right before saying something they've been dreading.
"The solution isn't something you're gonna like."
She looked at him. "If there's a solution and it actually works, I honestly don't care what it is right now. Just tell me."
