Heath had rather messily discarded his jacket (no longer the letterman of Monster High, but instead, plain black) and bag onto the couch closest to the door before making his way to the end of the house, glancing through rooms as he went. He stopped upon noticing his housemate sprawled rather unappealingly across the bed, the elemental strode across the room to sit near her, though her remained on his own side for the sake of safety. By safety, he of course means not being frozen to a block of ice. As much as he's gotten used to it, as has Abbey with various flames, it's certainly not pleasant.

Despite keeping his bodily distance, he rested a hand on her shoulder, eliciting a slight shift and a turn of Abbey's head towards him. Her eyes were still half lidded, almost tired, and clearly displayed her extreme bother through the situation. He offered a smile, as charming or comforting as he could be (Abbey had never mastered which was which) as he probed for her emotions, aware she'd never been the type to specifically complain about her aches and pains, emotional or physical.

"How're things heating up?" He asked, and she groaned slightly and allowed her eyes to close.

"You seem a little burnt out. What's torchin' your mind?" He added, after waiting a moment of letting her be.

Abbey shifted again, this time rolling onto her side to face him, arms crossed over her chest as a sign of discomfort. Thinking over how to word it was annoying and strange, as she'd never felt the need to feel exposed or scared. It was worse that she didn't know what, exactly, she was scared of. It wasn't like if there was a problem, they wouldn't talk over it or he'd be upset. They weren't some immature teenage couple (despite Heath's occasionally actions).

She opened her eyes and took a deep breath, working to explain. "Problems with body have been up. Feel sick since earlier and heart feels like yak is stepping on it. Zombie ghoul suggests pregnancy test, so I wait."

Heath's expression quickly changed to slightly conflicted, then returned to his overly bright smile. "Nothing to worry about yet, right? No use gettin' all blazed up over something that might not be a big deal!"

Truth be told, he did think it was a big deal. After all, fire and ice didn't exactly seem like the best mix of genetics. Apparently, odder things had worked around Salem, he'd found, but that was only a slight boost to his confidence in the fact that they had a choice in this. Her descriptions didn't exactly sound pleasant, and he'd noticed a few other symptoms earlier. It wasn't that he was particularly observant, but more that she seemed to act so out of her element, in her cravings for spicier foods and sudden bursts of raw emotion.

Abbey seemed unhappy with this reply, burying her face in her shoulder. while Heath went ahead to get her one of the insulated blankets and draping it over her carefully. "Try to rest up some and we'll check things out when you get up. Just tell me if you're flaming up again or anything, okay? I'll get you anything you like!"

Abbey nodded slightly in dismissal, though she took the time to reflect on how glad she was that Heath wasn't the irresponsible, high continence, and altogether annoying want-to-be stud she'd met in her first year.