RP:Not Expecting to Expect

From HollowWiki

Summary: Thanks to Penelope, Emilia and Irenic get the great news that Emilia is with child… well children. Irenic is over the moon excited to be a father, but expresses concern about Emilia's health.

Kelay Healer

Bells chime as they are brushed against by the opening of the door. The hut is indeed as cozy as the exterior suggested, with plants and flowers of all varieties lining bins against the walls and counters. Sitting peacefully in the back, a robed figure of obviously elven descent greets you by name. Pointing to a list hanging on the wall over his shoulder, he offers his healing services.



Emilia was more than happy knowing that Irenic was still with her after the emotional train wreck that she was over date night with him. Happiness to crying to snot face ugly crying back to laughter to a night of bliss to more crying in the morning when her favorite pants no longer buttoned closed. It was those pants she wore today though she was also wearing an oversized shirt to hide the fact her pants were not buttoned. She had to show Penelope the evidence of her dying, so wearing the old pants fully of holes and dirt stains from farming made perfect sense to Emilia. Her hand clutched onto his as she walked toward Yerrel’s hut with the hopes of finding Penelope there. She would have the answers to what plague was about to end the life of the frozen woman and have a frame of when to plan the funeral. At least, that is the thought process the emotional healer was having recently. She was broken and going to die. It had to be the answer, nothing else fit. Standing outside the hut the genasi blinked hard holding back another round of tears. Penelope had to be here she hadn’t seen the woman since before she was kidnapped to naga queen. Now, she was all upset with herself for having not come to see her friend since she returned. Looking up to Irenic she held a timid smile, “What if she doesn’t want to see me? I’m a terrible friend and a terrible leader. I should have come to see her sooner…” All the thoughts from the too small pants to the idea that Penelope would refuse her to the sudden craving for a pickle covered in chocolate was enough to send the healer into another emotional crying session.


Irenic holds an arm around Emilia’s shoulders after he had landed safely from the skies, allowing his inferno wings to fully dwindle away before slipping on a simple cotton tee shirt in the color of mint green. Gently giving Emilia a reassuring squeeze and a kiss on the top of her head where those thick white curls part. After last night, there is no way he could let Emilia get examined by herself and possibly receive dire news. “I’m sure she’s going to understand and be ecstatic to see you. What we went through was traumatic and we had to deal with what happened on our own, how couldn’t someone be understanding and forgive you for not reaching out right away. You’re doing amazing, okay?” He makes a point to calm her with a charming smile and quick peck on the lips so she can walk inside the healer’s with a smiling brave face. His own heart was pounding away with anxiety on receiving bad news, but he pushes through and opens the door for his love, helping her inside.


Penelope was taken off the trauma-lines for now. Yerrel had been stern that the healer could only do practical examinations, make stitches, and study medicine and magic. No people who were on the battered, bloody brink of death. Yerrel had been nervous the Ardelian might crack if that was the case. “You find yourself with someone in dire need, you call Ruari just outside, and you get me. I’ll be feeding the horses,” the elder states clearly. Penelope had heard the man loud and clear the first day back to work in the hut. “Yes, Yer, I know. But I’m telling you, I’m fine.” That, however, was not the case. Her brother had been in contact with Yerrel several times about the late nights that brought the girl back to endless horror. The hut was quiet this mid-day except for the sick boy who had been coughing up blood splatters behind the curtain. Penelope had been right at the edge of the cot; dabbing the boy’s mouth with a handkerchief before placing a cool towel on the boy’s forehead. “It’s all going to be okay, sweet pea,” she whispers in foreign tongue. The girl then looks to Sofia. “I know it looks bad. I know it’s getting worse, but I found a map to the Nameless Desert. I should be ready to travel here in just a day or so. And Pakellin is teaching me the roots of our heritage. To open the vault will involve Ardelian ritual—“ she was about to explain further when she heard soft sobs from the window outside. A tightness forms in the woman’s chest from what she might come across outside before she stands and approaches the door. It opens, and in her line, there is the ice genasi. Alive. At her doorstep. The one that she finally was able to recognize from long ago as a farm girl. “Emilia, thank gods—” there was a smile of enthusiasm through tired eyes until she realizes that the genasi is one in distraught. The healer is quick to observe the avian who is holding onto the woman. The smile is now one of concern. “What is going on? What’s wrong?” The Ardelian has a slight stern tone as a doctor would. Like any autopilot, the healer moves to the other side of Emilia to offer to usher the both of them in with reassurance. “Come in, come in. I was just about to make some tea.”


Emilia in the moment of seeing Penelope alive in Yerrel’s hut had let go of Irenic for a moment if only to briefly embrace the woman in a tight hug. Her cheeks were stained with tears and her eyes red as if she had not just been crying for a short time. Too many moments of tears in the recent times. Letting her go, as she didn’t want to freeze the woman, she found herself glancing around the hut taking in the sight of the plants and flowers around the room while taking in deep breaths. How do you tell a friend that you are clearly dying? There was no easy way. Finally with an outburst she flopped back into an empty cot, “I’m dying! I need you to tell me how long I have left to live!” Dramatic much. This was not the normal behavior of the Genasi. An emotional wreck as she yanked up the oversized shirt, “My pants do not fit!” The evidence revealed was in fact that her pants did not button, but they were a very old pair of pants. Her stomach did not seem much bigger than a person who ate too much at a feast and was very full. It was not the normal 'too thin' appearance the frozen woman sported. Dropping the shirt she pointed to her eyes, “And these things?! They won’t stop leaking! I have no idea how they have so much water in them! I must be melting from the inside out and leaking out my eyeballs.” Another flop back on the cot that only lasted a moment before she sat upright in the bed again, “Tea? Do you have chocolate? Or pickles? Or pickles covered in chocolate?” The woman’s tone for the oddity of the food request suddenly became serious as she glanced between Penelope and Irenic hoping one of them had food, preferable what she asked for.


Irenic's silvery hues catch sight of a woman just beyond the threshold of the door and he offers a charming smile framing perfect pearly whites. Irenic looks quite young, a strapping lad in his early twenties maybe, but that would be far from the truth. The longer dirty blonde hairs drape lazily over the tips of his overly long tapered ears. If one were to simply glance, they would assume he was just a really tall elf, but the ears, eyes and peculiar scent being that of the sniffer's favorite might offset that assumption. Irenic offers a hand down to shake Penelope's as he introduces himself, "Irenic, nice to meet you," being six foot eight, he typically towers over most. Spectacularly, Emilia absolutely steals the show in her whirlwind of dramatics and there is a soft loving grin planted on his angular face as he watches his love; obviously he's entirely infatuated with the tiny woman. "As soon as we leave here, Lia, we will get you those pickles, promise," he replies without hesitation when she finishes, but adds to her list of symptoms as he addresses the healer. "As long as I've known her, she's opted to eat more raw and cold foods. As of a few months ago she didn't even want to try spicy food, but now she's been enjoying not only spicy foods, but hot and cooked meals. Not sure if it ties in, but you never know," he shrugs and makes sure to be out of the healer's way while also staying near enough to Emilia to hold her hand. Oddly enough, the icy woman's touch doesn't seem to affect the Phoenix avian, even with such prolonged exposure.


Penelope finds her gaze looking up at the towering man. Penelope was about a foot and a half shorter than him. Around Emilia’s stature. Her hand outreaches to shake his own. “Penelope which you must know already.” The aura from him seems collected and sweet. The healer is now taken aback when Emilia wraps herself around her. The tightness does graze the scar that is left on her stomach that hits a sensitive nerve, leaving Penelope to close her eyes in reaction to brace herself for contact. Though, the genasi’s waft of relief is what makes the healer give in and wrap her arms around the icy blonde—holding onto the embrace briefly to signal the Ardelian was happy to see the ice genasi too. After all, the two had similar luck, and Penelope finally realized who Emilia was. The farm girl. Once released, she moves back inside the hut and moves to the stove to place a kettle on while Emilia topples on a cot dramatically. Normally the leader had been calm, and able to collect herself, but the behavior had been strange. “Dying…?” There is a small pang and her eyes slowly shift to Leon who rests in his own cot, motionlessly ill. The girl then covers the boy with a curtain before listening to Emilia’s explanation. The human could feel her heart picking up a notch. More death? The Ardelian could not handle much of that anymore, especially from her leader. The one she idolized and learned off of, but her heart begins to slow as Emilia begins to provide explanations. The freckled girl then observes the woman’s stomach from a distance. Bloat? Then… her eyes. Emotional. Obviously her emotions had skyrocketed. Then, the odd craving. Her nose crinkles before also listening to Irenic. Her eyes are steady on the man as he talks about craving spicy food. There is a long bit of silence between Penelope and the couple before the girl turns to Sofia Ulberg staring oddly in the corner. “Sofia, I think Irenic and Emilia have done enough travelling and need a break. You wanna go find that pickle? Sure Mesthak could make something happen. Or maybe that restaurant in town.” Sofia knew. Sofia was intruding, so the translator nods and moves out of the hut. Penelope then grabs herself a stool before plopping it in front of Emilia. “Well, looks like that pickle is on the way, and it looks like you’re in a pickle. Let’s double check your theory, shall we?” Nearby, she reaches for a blank clipboard and parchment to scribble down a few notes. “When did you start feeling this way? Also,” her face is lowered on the clipboard and eyes flick up to Irenic. “Have you been sexually active?” Eyes then look at Emilia. “Just need to know. Herbal medications and whatnot or… possible diagnosis.”


Emilia fell back into the cot letting out a sigh of relief knowing that some woman she had never met before was going to fetch a pickle from town. It seemed strange, but at the same time it was the only thing besides the idea of dying soon that the Genasi could think about. Curious eyes landed on the boy before the other healer closed them off with a curtain. When Irenic confirmed there would be chocolate covered pickles later she smiled wide, enjoying the thought very much so. She was going to not only get a pickle here, but there would be some more for the trip back home after all this. Then it hit her, she didn’t like pickles and she almost cried again as tears welled in her eyes. “Thanks, Penelope. I don’t like pickles, but all I want is a pickle. And cooked ham. Which, if you didn’t know is a workout for your mouth to sit there and chew it. How do you people do that daily?” Now she was on the train of thought about chewing meat which in recent years wasn’t a food she ate often, if at all. Then her eyes went wide at the question being asked by Penelope. “Yes…” the word sounded foreign to her lips when said aloud. Prior to Irenic with his phoenix heat she would have never thought that answer could leave her lips. “Oh, I don’t know, a couple weeks ago? Maybe? It all hit at once one day. I cannot explain it…” Sitting upright on the cot the healer nearly bonked heads with Penelope though her gaze stared past her directly at Irenic, “Do you think that crazy woman did something in one of her experiment sessions?” Not having talked with Penelope since being kidnapped she hadn’t had a chance to share with her the mess of the situation. She was sure Irenic didn’t fancy hearing a replay of those months, but she turned quickly to pat Penelope on the arm to reassure her, “Oh, don’t worry. It was only a few months of drugs, torture, arena fights, and experiments."


Irenic nods once, "yes, I've heard nothing but good things about you," his low gravely timbre replies. The avian continues to be the calm in Emilia's chaos, many times she has been the calm in his own blazing chaos recently and that's what makes their opposites type thing work; she is the yin to his yang and vice versa. Irenic offers a friendly grin to Sofia as she leaves, thankful that there is one less thing on their to do list because with the new house and farm, it's been a lot. "We've been working hard to renovate an old farm house for the kids as well," just to make sure to check all the boxes in case this is all simply stressed induced? Maybe it's him? Is this his fault because he's more of a fire being now? Is he the catalyst melting her from the inside out. The realization is horrifying, but he keeps his cool on the outside until the question of sex is brought up and he simply looks from Penelope to Emilia because this is her examination, not his. He anwer got a confirmation on Irenic's part with a nod and when the subject turned back to those awful months in captivity, he gently smooths some of her hair back, "I think you would have noticed a change much sooner, we've been free for nearly three months now." In his reply, it clues in Penelope that he was also a captive at the hands of the naga queen.


Penelope smirked. “Cooked ham is difficult. I’m not a ham person myself, but cravings a craving. That’s what I wonder all the time.” She tries to soothe Emilia with agreeing and using that calming tone she always used on patients. Once Emilia starts answering her questions, she would nod and scratch the responses down. The physician is about to open her lips again to ask another question, but the genasi questions Irenic. Then, the light fades from Penelope’s eyes as she stares at the two. When the genasi reaches out to the healer, all that is given is a blank and tired stare. “That’s not necessarily ‘okay’. But… I think we will save that for another day when we talk about what is going on right now.” She takes a minute to clear her throat and shake her head. Maybe Emilia needed a therapist. Though, Penelope was the hypocrite, for she was in denial about her own PTSD. Penelope was blunt, but that was not her worst quality. Maybe it had just been a doctor thing. Or just pure nosiness. “How long have you been—“ and Irenic answers that question which is written down. Three months, but the last few weeks there has been change, sexually active, cravings, emotions, size change. She was easily adding up the symptoms. After all, Penelope was not at the basics of learning physician skills. She had grown past that, and had done check-ups such as these most days. She looks the genasi again with a lighter expression again. After all, she was not allowed to get her own emotions in the middle of an observation. “Last couple questions… Have you been experiencing any nausea? Tenderness in the chest?”


Emilia stared at Irenic with an intense look, “What if she planted snake eggs inside me and you warmed them up and now, I am full of little snakes that will eat me from the inside out?” The healer did have a vast imagination. She had a tapeworm once, but the symptoms were not the same as now. Looking back at Penelope the Genasi reached to tuck a lock of her hair behind her head before gently poking her nose, “I don’t think we have the same definition of okay, but agreed. We can talk about it later. I am very sorry I didn’t visit sooner.” The look of concern in the healer’s face for the other healer was intense. She could sense something was off with the other, however her emotions were clouded and focusing on anything lately for a long time seemed almost impossible. Pulling down the shirt she wore to reveal the long scar down the center of her chest that held two different healing stages as another scar was present in it, the one first used to add the second heart and then second to be an experiment, “No. I think my hearts are working just fine. They feel fine? I mean I don’t really feel things. You remember the rod bit from construction?“ Though she wasn’t sure she told Irenic about that. The tugging of the shirt also revealed the purple circles on her right collar bone in a perfect line, two small ones on either side of a larger one. Then she answered the question about the nausea, “Can’t feel it. But usually in the middle of the night I find myself emptying my stomach.”


Irenic can see the cogs turning in Penelope's mind and it was what he suspected last night, but he fears their assumption could be very wrong and that would be horribly cruel because Emilia is confirmed on the fact that she cannot bear anymore children due to the hostile environment that her icy body offers. His expression, if it could be read, would be that of, 'please, please don't get her hopes up.' He already had to pull her from that shame spiral last night. Irenic doesn't look all that concerned of her past injuries because he knows she cannot feel pain and trusts the healer side of herself to know what she was doing. She's not a child and he knows she hates it when people treat her like a dainty little piece of glass when she was already accident prone due to her clumsiness. Irenic gives Emilia's hand a reassuring squeeze, "I really don't think so, Lia. If she did - I will do whatever it takes to get them out of you or kill them. We will figure it out - we always do," that deep connection between them, a bond and comfort in each other that gives him the confidence that they can make it through anything. "Not your hearts, Lia…" he understands the question because Emilia wouldn't feel if her breasts are tender because she doesn't feel pain. So, this one, he has to answer for her and after a quick glance to Penelope, his gaze fixing on the floorboards of the hut as she sheepishly replies, "they've been larger the last couple of weeks." Usually he's unabashed about such salacious things, but he's more tentative for Emilia's sake because he's sure she doesn't want details of their sex life being broadcast across Kelay. When the Genasi admits she's been getting sick, he looks at her in slight surprise because they sleep next to each other every night and he's not been waking up during such times, "I'm sorry, Lia. I should've been at your side." He can't help it though, when he sleeps next to her, he gets into such a relaxed deep sleep that it can be hard for anything to wake him up.


Penelope, at this point, has a gaze that is wide and staring at Irenic who is reassuring. Snake eggs? “I… I don’t think snake eggs is the answer. You’d be feeling a lot more pain, I’m sure. I don’t think your symptoms lead to that. Relax, love.” As Emilia apologizes, the Ardelian shakes her head. “You didn’t need to. You’re strong, I know. You’ve been through a lot. I’m just glad you’re… alive.” The girl then observes the woman’s chest with the scars. Her eyes sort of squint at the thought. Perhaps Yerrel was right… it was better to stick to brisk check-ups. She then remembers Emilia could not feel a thing. Hence impaling herself for training purposes. “Right… Should’ve remembered that.” The girl sheepishly retorts before scribbling down Irenic’s comments about Emilia’s swelling which is normal. “That can be normal if… I think what I’m thinking.” She does not give a direct answer yet. She scribbles down Emilia ‘emptying her stomach’. Vomiting. Okay. She places down the clipboard and gives Irenic a knowing smile. One that is reassuring that he is too hard on himself about Emilia's state. “Alright, here’s the scoop. I have a theory. I just need to ‘actually’ examine you. So if you can undress, you can put on the patient’s gown hanging up on the wall right there,” Penelope points at the gown hanging on a hook. “And then I’ll take a look because I do think something internally is going on, but don’t panic because if I’m right, well, it’s not as bad as you might think. Irenic… you can either stay in the curtain or… wait outside of it.” Automatically, the girl rises to close the curtain on Emilia and Irenic, if he chooses, to take the kettle off of the stove to brew chamomile. Once Emilia was undressed and in the gown, Penelope would wash her hands and put gloves on before questioning if Emilia was ready for the girl to come behind the curtain. If Emilia agrees, Penelope would sit again and begin the examination. “Just breathe, okay? You’re just going to feel some pressure near your pelvis. Maybe a little warmth, but it’s completely normal, okay?”


Emilia was perfectly fine stripping down without the curtain closed. Sadly the Genasi had become too used to being an object of curious minds. However, she waited until the other healer left the small space before wiggling out of the too small pants and slipping out of the shirt. She did for a moment look down to her breasts before starting up at Irenic then, “Why didn’t you tell me?” Her tone was serious as she wiggled into the patient gown. To her they looked the same, then again she didn’t spend much time if any ever actually looking at them. They were just there, a part of her that was just there in a similar way to a man’s manhood. Just always there every day. Folding the clothes of hers up she sat them down before resettling down on the cot. Her eyes at Irenic, “I told you she would have the answer. It will be much easier knowing what it is killing me to plan a proper funeral.” Penelope had the dots connected with the dots that Irenic had connected previously. The Genasi seemed to be the only one not connecting them because well, they would be frankly crazy to think anything else. It was a fact of her being a frozen monster that she long wrote off the notion she could be expecting ever again. “I cannot feel anything, Penelope. I am sure you have the most gentle of hands though,” Emilia stated before laying back to undergo a physical exam.


Irenic gently secures the curtain a little more when Penelope leaves them because he doesn't view Emilia as an object even if she's used to being experimented on and observed. He simply answers, "I'm not sure, I was certain you knew?" Innocently enough, he picks up her clothes after she's comfortable in the gown and folds them for her before taking his place at her head with her tiny cold hand in his. With a charming smile down at Emilia, he pats the back of her hand with his free one and places a kiss on her forehead, "I think you will be okay, my short-stack." Now that he can tell Penelope was assuming the same thing he was, he was feeling a lot better about the situation, but still really nervous because he doesn't want to get his own hopes up now. Also, what if carrying a child in her condition brings Emilia's own health into risk. He couldn't bear losing her. The avian stays quiet and patient during the examination though even if it seems he's holding his breath.


Penelope realizes that Emilia might not feel anything after the whole tender issue. “Whoops, you’re right. Maybe not,” she smirks sheepishly again. Penelope then begins the exam on Emilia’s cue. Once examining, she notices that Emilia’s pelvic bones are slightly gapped. Really, there was one more instance to check. If there was life. Instead of looking down, she closes her eyes and inhales and exhales. Edith had taught her that there had been life in everything. Energy. Nature. With the abilities of the balance between elements, she can sense a warm, tingling sensation. The warmth was… warmer than the average living being, and she felt two magnetic pulls, for there were two. Two beans that were growing inside the genasi. Once the adeptus minor realizes that her theory was correct, she smiles before ending and scooting back in the stool. “Alright. Well, then. It’s just what I thought. I have a conclusion, but let’s drink tea first in to you not actually dying.” Penelope was overly patient of a person sometimes as she removes her gloves and stands to remove herself from the curtain. She pours a few cups of tea and places the teacups on a tray before coming back into the curtain. “Sit, Irenic,” the healer suggests before sitting down and offering a cup. Whether they would take the tea or not would be up to them. “No caffeine. Just calming. Chamomile,” the Ardelian smiles. “So Emilia… Irenic… I have concluded with the list of symptoms… And Emilia, like I said before, you are not dying.” The physician grins brightly. “If anything, I felt the warmth of life.” Penelope gives Emilia a genuine arm squeeze. “Emilia, you’re with child. Children is the correct grammar term actually… Two babies. Which means… twins.” The druid talks slowly in order to let the genasi process what was actually going on with her. “Emilia, you’re pregnant. That’s why you’ve been feeling so… out of the norm. And I guess Irenic,” she faces the man, “you’re going to be a father.” There was a feeling of relief that came off Penelope which makes the room become one degree lighter—then again, parents normally took news like this as a hit or miss.


Emilia remained rather still while Penelope went on with the examination. It was not the first time that she had been the patient for a healer below her to practice on. Sometimes there were injuries and other times she was mocking all signs and symptoms for them to experience something not seen often. So many had forgotten in those trials that Emilia didn’t feel pain, but she could act like she was in the worst bouts of it. It did teach them bedside manners and proper terms before assessing a patient. Penelope had done well with hers as if Emilia was a standard patient, not some monster of ice on the cot. “I’m not dying? Are you really sure about that?” she questioned as Penelope left to get the tea. What other option was there that was logically sound? None. Lifting the cup of tea to her lips the icy woman took a slow drink from the cup while Penelope gave her diagnosis. The healer was caught off guard to the point the tea spewed from her nose as her eyes went wide, “What?! Impossible!” She stammered with tea dripping from her nose. It wasn’t just the news of expecting that had her exclaiming impossible. The insides of her nostrils burned after her drink came out the wrong way. She could feel the burning sensation and pain that came with it. She rubbed her nose with the back of her hand trying to determine if she was going mental now. Turning to look at Irenic for his reaction she spoke in a softer tone, “I don’t think we ever spoke about it this way…” A slight bit of nerves in her tone as she turned to Penelope, “How can this be? Ice brings death, not life. Surely not double life.” Secretly she was excited praying the other healer wasn’t wrong about this though she was also secretly terrified of it.


Irenic takes the tea and sits in the chair that's next to Emilia's cot. By now, he's sort of on autopilot and waiting for this anxious feeling to go away. His gaze doesn't leave Penelope in wait of what's to come and he slowly sips some of the tea just to try and not make the tension uncomfortable. As soon as the healer says that she felt life within Emilia, his eyes widened and he chokes a little on the tea, but as soon as Penelope confirms that Emilia is with child… correction CHILDREN, his jaw nearly hits the floor it drops so fast. Setting the cup on the end table next to the bed, his hands go up to his head, fingertips getting lost in his own hair as he looks entirely surprised in the best way, but as soon at Penelope looks right at him and deems that he will be a father he lets out a stifled chuckle of excitement as tears well up in his eyes. Unceremoniously, he stands and leans down some to wrap Emilia in his arms to give her a tight, loving hug of jubilation, "I know, but is it any less precious?" He stands back up and clears his throat before wiping his eyes, now that was done, he gets to the hard questions, "will Emilia be able to carry the children to term without putting her own health at risk? Should she be on bed rest during this time?" New dad here and he will probably have a million questions.


Penelope watches Emilia’s reaction that was not one of the newest reactions she earned over time from people who ended up pregnant. The healer automatically reaches for a handkerchief off a nearby surface to clean the tea and the genasi’s nose. Chamomile was supposed to calm the nerves, unfortunately this was a bigger surprise than the leader expected. At Irenic’s reaction with his hands through his hair, she is sort of weary before she notices the happiness that is in his face. The glaze of waterworks which causes the healer to grin. Finally, some good news. The freckled girl falls silent as the two soak in their reactions to the news. Letting the two have their moment. “It’s not impossible because you are,” the Ardelian does not know whether to laugh or not so she just lets out an awkward smirk. As the woman is still muddled about the situation, Penelope slides in to offer some more explanation. “Well, ice brings death, you say… well, the warmth I felt was… different. I sense warmth a little more intensely than others since… my druidic side is connected to fire and earth while my twin holds connection to water and air.” Pause. “Either way, I’ve learned recently all the elements balance in some aspect. Fire tends to be the opposite spectrum of ice which… may have balanced you out? At least, that’s the most logical thing I could think of.” Penelope was not clear on whether the two should be worried. “Look, I’m not an expert about the… ice genasi anatomy here, for I too, am learning. Especially on elements and how they work. Emilia seems like an ordinary pregnant mom. I don’t think we should worry until they start growing. Check-ups are good for a situation such as this… mostly because it’s new for all of us it seems. It could end up just being.. normal since the balance. If anything, you just need to study up on the parenting books, and well, watch her when I can't." Pause. Her moss gaze turns to Emilia. “Edith might be someone you should talk to. Kailani, even. I promise to study and practice, and I promise to keep a close eye on you so we can make sure we keep you healthy and the babies.” There is a genuine smile the healer holds to reassure them both that Penelope will be someone to lean on during the process.


Emilia let out a small giggle as Penelope assisted in the tea clean up, “Hey, that tickles.” Her words came out rather in a whisper more so than an actual statement to anyone but herself at the moment. Watching the happiness bloom through Irenic to the point tears were welled in his eyes brought about the warm smile on frosted lips. Watching the excitement of his life dream actually come true was one of the biggest gifts the Genasi could share with him. Still on the skeptical side about the entire situation the healer would have to come to terms with the reality of what the two had created this early in their relationship. They had just gotten through another talk about how it could never happen and then now it was happening this entire time. The dots connected only when Emilia took away the previous diagnosis of being barren. “I am not going to sit on a bed all day! When have I ever done that? I mean look the triplets are just fine and I worked the farm until they were born!” she retorted to Irenic at the idea of being put on bedrest. Granted, yes, the three were born early, but what multiples made it to full term. Then her face went blank a moment as she remembered the triplets whom the couple had not even shown the new house which would now need more rooms. Turning her gaze back to Penelope she smiled again, “I think this is new for everyone. We will all get through this, right?” There was a pause in her words as she looked back and forth between both of them as in the passing months she would be in need of both of them. She finished with, “I will talk with Edith in the near future. Otherwise, I don’t think I plan to make any grand announcement. I have enough trouble being a monster let alone a pregnant monster. I think for once I will try my best to avoid trouble…if that is possible.” Ever so belated her gaze fell to Irenic, “Hey! You are going to be a dad…times two plus three…”


Irenic is calm and quiet while taking it all in, but when Emilia got a little bull headed about bed rest is when the more stern side of him came out for the first time, "you will if it keeps you and my unborn children healthy." He is quite serious and the gravelly value on his voice adds to the gravity of the situation, "I don't care if I have to do everything by myself, I will, because I refuse to let you or them slip out of my grasp." Something he didn't even count on to begin with and now he's clutching to fervently to it. He smiles again and takes Emilia's hand in his, "of course we will get through this." When she mentioned being a new father, even to the triplets, he chuckles softly, "exactly. Time two, plus three. I wonder what they are going to say about all of this, the boys dont even know we're together that way." After a pregnant pause, he looks to the healer, "thank you, Penelope."


Penelope smirked at Emilia’s retort to Irenic about not being bedridden all day. Though Penelope had been in gratitude about Irenic’s stern behavior. In the midst, the adeptus sips on the tea that is resting on the tray. The girl then lowers the cup and gives the genasi a solid nod. “We will get through.” The Ardelian smiles before nodding with Emilia’s suggestion of keeping the news on the down low. That would be easy. Very. “Understandable. My lips are sealed. Just know, I will start travelling to you from now on. Makes it less of a journey for you, and a new venture for me, so… win-win.” Penelope makes an effort to keep Emilia feeling empowered and not delicate about the pregnancy. After all, Penelope would have been the same way. As for Irenic, “I suggest you attend some prenatal classes. Even if Emilia knows, you might need a little fresh knowledge and some bonding together. Doesn’t hurt. Just to know what’s going on,” because being a new dad is a wild ride. Then, in a moment, Sofia Ulberg returned, although the curtain still closed. Penelope would stick her hand outside the curtain. “Sofia, right here, love. Confidentiality, however,” meaning, do not step behind the curtain. The pickle that Emilia was craving was wrapped in paper and was on a stick. “I assume this is the chocolate pickle you wanted.” She offers the stick to Irenic however, so Emilia could get dressed. “Of course. Glad I could experience this with you guys. Some brighter news, after all.” The Ardelian exhales. “I’ll let you get dressed so you can get off to do better things than just sit in a cot,” she smirks before rising out of the stool and moving out from behind the curtain.


Emilia once told another woman it took a village to raise a child and it wasn’t until after contemplating five at once that the idea seemed of the most value. Having Penelope and Edith and all the others around as the time came to share the news more widely would be a delight to know she wasn’t in this alone with Irenic. They would survive it, but life had a way of throwing lemons at people. “We will talk about it at home,” she replied to Irenic about the bedrest that was totally not needed. “Oh, yummy!” she squealed in delight watching Penelope hand Irenic the chocolate covered pickle. She would have to send a thank you package for Sofia once she got home. “Oh, but if I get to enjoy the day catching up with you Penelope I don’t mind sitting on a cot for the day,” she answered to Penelope as she exited the room so that the Genasi could put her own clothes on again. It took a little longer than normal since she had to wiggle into the pants that were no longer her size, “I need new pants,” she mumbled to herself before putting her shirt on. Dressed she opened the curtain to look at Penelope, “I do hope you visit soon. Besides not dying we have things to catch up on. I have missed you so!” she said moving in to embrace the other woman again, a less excited more soft friendly hug this go around.


Irenic nods at Penelope's suggestion, "of course." He did say he'd do anything and he's beyond hyper about being a father. He was just getting close with Leo and Liam, but he has a feeling this will only strengthen their bond. Holding her treat while she gets dressed and out of curiosity, he takes the first bite, but quickly regrets it; making a face like toddlers do when they first taste a lemon wedge. "I'll hail a carriage to take us back to Venturil so we can stop by the Aedrebyrg shopping centre for new clothes. Yes I said carriage. We are -not- flying," he hands off the 'treat' to Emilia so she can say a proper farewell to Penelope and so he can step outside and hail a carriage.


Penelope could imagine the relief the genasi would feel. No last breaths. A win in itself for at least today. Once the genasi is out from behind the curtain, Penelope would be lingering over some plants to examine the leaves before addressing the expecting woman. “We will catch up in lighter circumstances, I’m sure,” her smile is light and her tired eyes are at ease for now. This time, Penelope is expecting the hug, so her aura is less shaken by it. “I’ve missed you too, Em. Glad you’re back. Expect a visit. Several from now on.” The Ardelian would pull back, examine the genasi before giving a genuine smile. Her graceful nature then turns to Irenic. “And you, keep treating her well. I’m sure I’ll see you around more often. You have –any-… thoughts of panic, do not be afraid to reach out for double reassurance.” With that, Irenic leaves to find a carriage for the two. Once Emilia and her are alone, the girl would gently place a hand on the girl’s arm. “If you need –anything-, just like I told Irenic, please do not be afraid to write me. I’m happy to see your face. Now, go blow some money on some clothes, why don’t you?” Penelope was a girly girl in that sense, so nothing was more exciting than that. That would be the indication that Emilia is free to roam after Irenic and get those maternity clothes because she will need them. There would be a soft squeeze of the arm before letting go. “I’ll see you soon, and congratulations,” the healer keeps that small smile as she says her goodbyes to the genasi.


Emilia smiled to Penelope, “I will for sure send word if I need to. Thanks for everything. You really are the best. I look forward to seeing you soon. Get some rest, you look tired.” It was a strange visit filled with all the hormones one could imagine. With her good byes said to Penelope she turned to follow Irenic out to the carriage he was planning on summoning. He would be greeted with protest, “Carriage rides take forever and we flew here. I am fine. Don’t go start treating me like a doll that will break! I am perfectly fine to fly. It will be a less bumpy ride than a carriage would be through Xalious region.” If anything, the pair found the topic that they would spend the most time disagreeing with each other on. Then she chomped down on the chocolate covered pickle on a stick. She couldn’t see why he didn’t like it.