~Elsie's POV
By the time we were halfway through, I felt a little more grounded, a little more present in my own body. The dizziness had faded, replaced by a gentle tiredness that felt manageable.
"You need this," Gianna said, nodding slightly toward the bowl. "For you and the baby."
"I know," I said quietly.
She did not push further, and I appreciated that. When we finally finished, she set the tray aside carefully, wiping her hands lightly before turning back to me.
"There," she said, sounding pleased. "That was not so difficult, was it?"
"No," I admitted, leaning back against the pillows again. "It was not."
She watched me for a moment, as if making sure I was truly okay, and then her expression shifted slightly, curiosity flickering through her eyes.
"Have you thought of a name?" she asked suddenly.
I blinked at her.
"A name?"
"For the baby," she clarified, as if it was the most obvious question in the world.
I let out a small breath, shaking my head.
