Oh fuck This was great, just great. Mory hadn't thought to make herself seem sick, she had been too concerned with knowing where things were in the flat so she didn't make him suspicious. Now he didn't even believe her. What the hell was she to do now?
"I am sick, I am! The Healer said so," she insisted stubbornly, a last ditch effort to make him by the story. If he didn't believe her, she'd have to play along with his assumption. "And you should be at work, it's the middle of the day and people are probably very interested in where you are and what you're doing lately!"
She grabbed for the blankets again and pointed to the door. "You can't stay here, you're the Minister. You have things to do. People will talk. I'm pregnant, it's expected for pregnant women to be ill and have to stay in bed."