POV: Ashina
Mira's cottage smelled of herbs and old magic, comforting in its familiarity. Ashina stood in the doorway, suddenly uncertain, her hand pressed unconsciously to her stomach.
"Come in, child," Mira said gently, setting down the mortar and pestle she'd been using. "And close the door. Privacy spells only work if people can't simply walk in on us."
Ashina obeyed, her heart hammering so loudly she was certain Mira could hear it. The old healer gestured to a chair, but Ashina couldn't sit. Nervous energy kept her pacing the small space.
"You know why I'm here," Ashina said finally.
"I have suspicions." Mira's ancient eyes were kind but assessing. "You've been exhibiting signs for about a week now. Increased appetite followed by sudden nausea. Exhaustion despite adequate rest. Emotional volatility beyond what the stress of impending battle would cause. And this morning, you nearly fainted during training."
"I caught myself."
