Etoile spent more of her days in the bathroom then in her own bed. Right now she had her face against the nice cold floor. She rubbed her tummy giving off a groan. "Ugh..not cool." She says. Slowly moves off the floor to rinse out her mouth and brush her teeth.
"Anything I can do to help? Would you like some tea? Crackers?" He hated when she dealt with morning sickness and yes, he did feel guilty about it.
"Just as milady requested," he said as he sat the tray down over her legs.