A flush of pleasure tints his ears at her enthusiastic compliment. "I doubt it would win ten stars at the Dellemont d'Or, but perhaps a seven? Maybe eight, if I'm feeling generous."
Ever the picture of humility, even in jest. Though, he is rather proud of how well he's balanced the flavor profile while using unfamiliar spices. He sips what's left in the ladle before setting it aside, grateful for the fact that he even still finds human food appetizing.
It's a shame his broodlings aren't around to sample this meal. Perhaps he'll make some more once they return from their hunting foray in the forelands.
However, his expression falters once Ariane mentions her lack of appetite. "Are you not feeling well, my love?" Immediately, he leans forward, pressing his forehead against her own in order to check her temperature. "You don't feel feverish..."
He draws back, frowning slightly. "Surely, you must be exhausted from your long journey. Why don't you sit and rest for a bit? You can tell me all about the latest news from your travels."
His eyes flick momentarily toward her belly before he herds her toward the couch, a small line of worry creasing his brow. He knows full-well that Ariane is not ill, at least not in the strictest sense of the word, but he does know the source of her discomfort. It's barely been a moon since he sensed the subtle changes taking place within her womb; he didn't think she'd be coming down with morning sickness so soon!
Surely, she has no idea that she's carrying their child? A woman doesn't begin to show until her third moon, which means she can't possibly know, right?
He'll have to break the news to her at some point. But not right now. Right now he just wants to hold her close and pretend that this secret he's been carrying for the past few weeks isn't gnawing away at his conscience.
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Ever the picture of humility, even in jest. Though, he is rather proud of how well he's balanced the flavor profile while using unfamiliar spices. He sips what's left in the ladle before setting it aside, grateful for the fact that he even still finds human food appetizing.
It's a shame his broodlings aren't around to sample this meal. Perhaps he'll make some more once they return from their hunting foray in the forelands.
However, his expression falters once Ariane mentions her lack of appetite. "Are you not feeling well, my love?" Immediately, he leans forward, pressing his forehead against her own in order to check her temperature. "You don't feel feverish..."
He draws back, frowning slightly. "Surely, you must be exhausted from your long journey. Why don't you sit and rest for a bit? You can tell me all about the latest news from your travels."
His eyes flick momentarily toward her belly before he herds her toward the couch, a small line of worry creasing his brow. He knows full-well that Ariane is not ill, at least not in the strictest sense of the word, but he does know the source of her discomfort. It's barely been a moon since he sensed the subtle changes taking place within her womb; he didn't think she'd be coming down with morning sickness so soon!
Surely, she has no idea that she's carrying their child? A woman doesn't begin to show until her third moon, which means she can't possibly know, right?
He'll have to break the news to her at some point. But not right now. Right now he just wants to hold her close and pretend that this secret he's been carrying for the past few weeks isn't gnawing away at his conscience.