Meghan didn't like healers. She knew the were necessary, but she hated the thought that she needed one for any reason. She was much more likely to just grin and bear whatever was going on without much fuss.
Ollie was worried, though, and she'd promised him this trip. It had taken them longer to make it, with insane schedules and everything, but she meant to make good on her promise.
Pulling on her jeans and t-shirt, Meghan nodded. "Queasy, as per usual, but apparently that should pass in a few weeks." The healer had said that it would, anyway. Right now, she really hoped that turned out to be true.
"Are you?" she asked, a little worry creeping into her expression as she watched him. After all of this, they still hadn't really talked about it the way they should, not beyond both of them promising that they weren't going anywhere.