06-04-2018, 09:44 AM
“[color=black]Hi Pregnant.” Radeken responded without thought. Pregnancy herbs... She finally looked up when Margaery elaborated on the nature of her brood. Oh? How fun. Radeken leaned forward and then rocked back. She hadn’t ever had to help with this sort of thing. Not knowing for certain was frustrating, but the newness was exciting. “[color=black]Right. Where do you, um, get your food right now? And does eating anything else hurt you?” Radeken knew of herbs that could help in the case of blood loss, but only if Margaery could ingest them without, say, dying. I mean, I assume she wouldn’t come to me if that was the case. Best to be sure, though.
Radeken gave Bastille a look. “[color=black]Oh, you’ve got issues.” Radeken clearly thought herself very clever for that. “[color=black]Nothing I’m equipped to help with, though. Not without thorough compensation.” She itched behind one ear with a hind paw. Shit, Radeken would try her metaphorical hand at therapy for the right price. Couldn’t be too hard, right? All you needed was patience, empathy, and the strong emotional desire to help. I can fake it. She grinned absently, stacking small, fuzzy leaves.
Radeken gave Bastille a look. “[color=black]Oh, you’ve got issues.” Radeken clearly thought herself very clever for that. “[color=black]Nothing I’m equipped to help with, though. Not without thorough compensation.” She itched behind one ear with a hind paw. Shit, Radeken would try her metaphorical hand at therapy for the right price. Couldn’t be too hard, right? All you needed was patience, empathy, and the strong emotional desire to help. I can fake it. She grinned absently, stacking small, fuzzy leaves.