@nymfaia : Krile, even without speaking or gazing upon her chosen brother, radiated something that could curdle milk. She had charcoal darkening her fingers where she drew up a rather small Moogle, dipping into her aether to bring the little creature to life - mini moghammer in hand as it flew in G'raha's direction.
"Raha," she said, voice light and dangerous. "Funny seeing you - I just finished a linkpearl consultation with your beloved. She was seeking a remedy for her nausea."
The flat, black-and-white moogle circled G'raha's head ominously.
"She said," Krile continued, "that it's akin to how she felt... a few moons ago. Funny, isn't it? Seems to be becoming a yearly affliction."
The rubber hammer let out a rather squeaky bonk! sound as it collided with the crown of his head.
"G'raha Tia," she threatened as the sketch morphed back into charcoal and disappeared in a cloud of pigment, "need I send you a reminder for her medicines? Or should I look into something for you, since it seems as if you two can't behave -"
a moogle is gunning to cut the thread of g'raha tia's sad life. when he spots it, g'raha's eyes open so wide they might pop out of his foolish, empty miqo'te head. he quickly sets aside his chosen project, not caring that it makes a mess on the table, and holds his hands up in nervous defense. not that it saves him. he looks around for a savior in one of their companions and finds none.
bonk! "ouch!" he rubs the sore spot on his head, ears back, face innocent and sweet--as if he doesn't know exactly what he has done. he shakes his head to clear himself, giving krile his best pleading (and very earnest) look. she's quite the pictomancer and could summon a veritable horde of moogles, if she so wished--and he certainly does not wish for that. best to please her.
"krile, please!" g'raha won't throw alta under the metaphorical trolley--even if her consent was enthusiastic enough to lead to this predicament. again. while he'd like nothing more than to teleport straight to alta and help soothe her nausea (his heart aflutter with hope about her condition), he's too fond of his sister to ignore her concerns. she is a woman, after all, and she shares a comradery with the other women of the scions that g'raha has missed out on due to his gender--but he admires the pact, too.
"her medicines are her affair!" said with no anger, but pleading. "i do not intend to pour tea down her throat, especially when she is too tired to brew it, and so very cold at night, and-" he need not elaborate past that, the circumstances of how this happened becoming quite clear. his face flames, and he avoids krile's discerning eye by looking up, distracted and foolish in love as ever. "ah, but why did she not call for me? i would go to her if she-" it doesn't occur to him that she might be wishing for space, because g'raha has never wished for space from her or their family unit--though he has been wise enough to give it to her, now and then, agonizing as it is. one thing is true: if alta is with child again, she will be suffocated by her companion's presence, ever-lingering over her shoulder as he did the first time through.
how they will manage more than one child, he isn't certain. but g'raha is optimistic, as he always is with alta. and overenthusiastic. again, a trait she brings out in him.
thankfully, she provides a very good reason to flee from a lalafell on the warpath. he deftly side steps krile and her cold glare, his own face red with shame, tail swishing with anxiety. anything to get away from this scolding, even if it is deserved. "in fact, if you will excuse me, it sounds like i am rather needed at her side...i will fetch her the remedy straight away-"