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"Jane?" Sarah called before frowning at the lack of reply as she closed the door, looking around warily in case her lover decided to appear behind her as she usually did and her frown deepened at the lack of appearance. She sighed before carrying the shopping into the kitchen, suspecting the loric was out training with the other Garde. She'd unpacked half the shopping before giving a startled yelp when Jane suddenly crashed onto the countertop on her back. "Oh my god! Jane, don't do that!"
Jane gave a noise that sounded halfway between a groan and a whimper as she tried to get her bearings, she'd been aiming for the bathroom and ended up on the kitchen countertop and was still on the verge of throwing up as she rolled off the counter and pushed past Sarah to throw up into the kitchen sink violently.
Sarah started when the older woman started throwing up in the sink before holding her hair out of the way and rubbed her back soothingly as her stomach rebelled endlessly. "It's alright, babe."
Jane gave a soft whimper before somehow bringing up some more lunch, never had she experienced the sensation of vomiting, until a few days ago, and now it was a daily thing for her, which she did not like. Another five minutes of throwing up and her stomach finally calmed down and she spat the residue in her mouth into the sink before just panting, hearing Sarah turn the tap on to wash the sink clean and wet a cloth to dab her sweaty forehead and cheeks.
"Jane, what's going on?" Sarah asked softly, she could feel Jane's confusion through their bond and couldn't help feeling worried, Jane never got sick, in all their time together she couldn't think of a single time the loric had been ill or even remember her being sick in one of her memories.
Jane spat into the sink again and sipped from the tap to rinse her mouth out before resting her head against the side with her eyes closed. "I don't know, hun."
Sarah flinched before gently steering her lover to the bedroom, supporting her down the hall, and carefully lowered her onto the bed before fetching a bucket, just in case her stomach rebelled again. "Any idea on what might be going on?"
Jane shook her head miserably, looking up at the worried and concerned hazel eyes watching her carefully and pulled her down to lay on the bed with her before shifting closer. "I'll be ok though."
Sarah nodded reluctantly, brushing a stray lock of blonde hair back into place as she looked into the blue eyes, she knew Jane was partly lying, they both did, Jane had no idea what was going on or when she would be back to normal again. "You stay in bed and I'll bring you some soup for dinner, how does that sound?"
Jane smiled slightly, letting her eyes close wearily, imagining some of Sarah's hot tasty soup running over her tongue and down her throat to warm her belly and then the rest of her. "Mmm~."
Sarah giggled softly at the reaction, feeling through the bond that something light would be appreciated by her loric lover. "Chicken or pumpkin?"
"Pumpkin," Jane breathed.
"Ok, you stay here and I'll just go put it on and then I'll be right back so just rest," Sarah ordered firmly as she got up reluctantly, not wanting to leave.
Jane nodded slightly, already missing the warmth and presence of the other blonde but was too exhausted to feel much of anything for very long.
Sarah cast one last glance at the figure on the bed before hurrying to the kitchen to start making some pumpkin soup, moving around the kitchen swiftly as she prepared the ingredients before setting the soup to cook on the stove slowly. She cleaned up what little mess she'd made in making the soup before retreating back to the bedroom to find Jane asleep. She settled down next to her carefully, trying not to wake her and stiffened when she rolled and draped an arm over her middle before settling down again.
The two laid on the bed for nearly an hour and Sarah was glad she'd kept the heat on the soup low or else it would have burned since she couldn't move without disturbing Jane. She watched the older woman carefully, seeing some of the colour had come back into her skin and her breathing was even, she smirked slightly when she sensed the unseen change. "You know you can't play possum with me."
Jane felt a smile tugging her lips and relaxed before stretching slowly. "How long was I out?"
"A little over an hour," Sarah answered quietly, trying to keep from worrying again.
Jane felt the worry through their bond and gave her lover a reassuring look. "I'm ok now."
Sarah nodded reluctantly, not fully convinced as she brushed a stray lock of hair back into place, letting her fingers graze the soft, hot, skin slowly. "I thought lorics couldn't get sick?"
"I'm not sick, Sarah," Jane said with a cocked brow before sighing at her partner's expression. "Fine, I'll go talk to Adelina tomorrow if it'll make you stop worrying."
Sarah nodded shortly, her eyes almost boring holes through her lover they were so fierce before she started when she remembered the soup and she ran out to make sure it was ok, leaving Jane alone in the bedroom.
Jane shook herself to shake off the last of the intense look before rolling onto her back to look at the ceiling, thinking, as she tried to figure out what was going on. First she gains the unpleasant experience of vomiting for the first time in the forest, something she was thankful for since no one was around to see it. Then her legacies start acting up, either working poorly, like how she landed on the kitchen counter earlier instead of going to the bathroom, or going out of control, resulting in her disappearing at random times and ending up god knows where or sending objects into the atmosphere with her telekinesis instead of at a target ten metres away. Thankfully though, she hadn't encountered any fire and she wasn't eager to see if that legacy was also acting up. She sighed tiredly, closing her eyes, maybe going to see Adelina wouldn't be a total waste of time, even if she wasn't particularly fond of the woman after the way she'd treated Marina and forgotten about Lorien.
"Dinner's ready!"
Jane sighed again before getting up, tempted to just appear in the kitchen but didn't want to risk ending up on the roof outside and made herself walk, catching the scent of the soup and her stomach growled loudly in anticipation. She walked up behind Sarah, looping her arms around her as she rested her chin on her shoulder, inhaling the scent again. "Mmm~."
Sarah smiled as she ladled soup into two bowls slowly, almost feeling Jane's growling belly as she handed over a full bowl of piping hot soup and a plate of buttered bread before taking her own bowl and joined Jane at the table and couldn't help but stare at the ravenous appetite of her lover as she barely stopped to breathe before going for seconds and then thirds in the time space of fifteen minutes, a new record for her. "The soup's not going anywhere so you can relax you know," she joked weakly as Jane tried to cram more soup soaked bread into her mouth.
Jane froze at the words before looking up meekly before swallowing hard, forcing the mouthful down firmly. "Sorry, babe."
"It's alright," Sarah said reassuringly. "But you're on your fourth bowl already when you'd normally still be on your first or second bowl."
Jane shrugged awkwardly, eager to get back to eating but keeping herself in check. "I'm just really hungry after what happened earlier."
Sarah nodded quickly, sensing the eagerness and hunger through their bond. "Ok, eat until you full."
Jane nodded and returned to eating quickly, not as fast as before but still fast as she stopped on her sixth bowl before sitting back with a sigh, enjoying the warmth from the soup in her belly, before collecting the dishes since Sarah had cooked and started washing up while Sarah watched her carefully, trying to figure out what was going on.
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