[Her pulse is slow, just barely enough to move her blood through her body. It makes her cold to the touch, and her fingers are blue at the tips, much like her lips.
She doesn't protest the examination, relaxing or... rather, submitting when Ivar chides her. She acts more like a sedated animal than anything, in the state she's in. And he'll notice that her belly seems to be the only part of her that's normal... it's warm, healthy and even the proper skin tone, as if her body's functions have shifted their entire focus to nurturing her child.]
...Don't need doctors... just want to... go home...
[She's speaking a little better, with Ivar touching her, but she sounds no less sullen. No, not sullen... subdued.]
no subject
She doesn't protest the examination, relaxing or... rather, submitting when Ivar chides her. She acts more like a sedated animal than anything, in the state she's in. And he'll notice that her belly seems to be the only part of her that's normal... it's warm, healthy and even the proper skin tone, as if her body's functions have shifted their entire focus to nurturing her child.]
...Don't need doctors... just want to... go home...
[She's speaking a little better, with Ivar touching her, but she sounds no less sullen. No, not sullen... subdued.]