A sigh of distaste escaped the Miqo’te’s lips as her mate bought the horrifying-smelling herbs, then offered them to her. She stared flatly at him, then at the herbs, then back at him, [color=#FFE58F]”Truly? If they don’t, I reserve the right to make your tea with this until we run out.”[/color] She rubbed her belly lightly, trying not to show the mild discomfort that Rhaq’a clearly had noticed. She caught the shopkeep’s eye, nodding. [color=#FFE58F]”Very well, if it will help. I would appreciate it…”[/color] 

She busied herself searching around the shop further. She was constantly amazed at the kindness that Rhaq’a showed towards her. Had someone told her five years before that she would willingly live with a male, or that she would deeply love one, she would have laughed and told them they were insane. But here she was. And here he was. And goodness, how glad she was to have him. She glanced over, seeing him doing much the same, looking through the herbs on offer. A small grin spread on her face, followed by a small blush as she quickly looked away, busying herself once again.