She wanted to shoo the medi-witch away, she remembered the Erklings, she remembered the pain when they...
She gasped, trying to push the images, the feelings from her. It wasn't so, it was just hallucinations. Just hallucinations,' she kept telling herself as the medi witched checked her and fussed over her and made her drink water.
'I'll go get a healer,' she said, going off, with made Millicent sigh with relief.
'I wasn't supposed to be ill,' she said, still hoarsely. 'The baby,' her voice caught, and she pushed the memories away. The baby was fine, and once she could manage to coax her arm to move she'd place it on her belly and feel it still there.
'I'm soar,' she stated instead. 'And it's hard to move.'