"A place to call home that also has our own private bedroom, a clean cooking station, and a washroom that I'm hoping has warmed water for showers," Yammo agreed. "It'll be a whole new experience for me, but those three things make it sound attractive enough on their own."
She leaned over and kissed Zumi's neck lightly, then stood. "I'll see what I can put together, knowing you feel good," she said. She gave Zumi a tolerant smile when she started to say something she said every time. "Yes, dear, I know. No meat. Now go get dressed. Scoot."
She returned Zumi's grumpy scowl with a sweet smile, then headed outside to where Tama had been sheltered overnight. "One last day on the road, my friend," she said quietly to the donkey, digging into the pack on his right side, where she kept her personal food supplies; the other side held her stock that she sold.
Hateno had a general store, so her experience as a merchant might not be needed, and without being on the road regularly, her supply would dwindle down anyway. Zumi's job as the queen's help with her hair wasn't going to stay an intensive, full-time job forever, and she'd have to find something else she could do. And not supplier. That would take her out away from Zumi and their child, and she wasn't going to set down roots with a wife and child that she wouldn't even be home with most of the time.
Besides, even if she was willing to do that once the child had arrived, that was still six and a half months away, and there was no way she would leave Zumi home alone and pregnant, especially not when there was still a worry they both had expressed once but had otherwise been silently fretting about; Zumi's excessive amount of morning sickness, coupled with the fact that Zumi's body wasn't really made for pregnancy, could make the pregnancy a risky one, and more and more complicated as time went on.
Yammo hoped that Uma would calm their fears about that morning sickness thing. Maybe some women just had it worse on that front, and it wasn't anything to worry about. She doubted that the midwife would have any good news on the front of Zumi's narrow hips and otherwise small build being a potential issue.
Well, either way it went, there was time before either Zumi's pregnancy forced her off her feet so much that her ability to do her job was hindered- and with it, their income -for Yammo to figure out something else she could do to bring in money. She wasn't even sure what sort of commerce Hateno had, or what their primary resource was. It was reasonable to assume that farming was part of that, even without Link saying that this Nack person waved a pitchfork in his direction implying that Nack may be a farmer himself. But that might not be the full picture, and there might be something else that Yammo could ease into pretty easily.
And it sounded like the residents there would be helpful in transitioning the women into the extended family.
Since Zumi couldn't eat meat- the smell made her queasy, even when she wasn't otherwise getting hit with morning sickness -Yammo had turned to eggs and dairy for a lot of their animal product intake, and she decided that eggs and cheese were a good base to start with that morning. Some rice and some vegetables to add in flavor and some more nutrients, and while the resulting food was a bit of a mishmash of texture and flavor, it had what Zumi's body would need for fuel to withstand the walk ahead- and Yammo's, for that matter -and it tasted good, which was all food really needed to do.
Zumi had taken a seat by the fire by the time the food was done, and Yammo brought their plates over to her, the strap of the knapsack that held their eating dishes draped over her arm.
"Here you go," she said, handing Zumi her plate, and the knapsack for her to fetch a fork while she sat down herself.