"Maybe?" She hadn't thought about it. But neither of them had been careful, even slightly. Was she pregnant now? The gin burns at the back of her throat like it might come up, so she pushes the stopper into the bottle and sets the glass away from her.
"I don't know. We've known one another for ages, as friends who had sex when the mood struck, so this..." She gestures between herself and in the general direction of Fletcher, "is all pretty new."
But the feeling, the warmth that radiated off both her and Fletch is disconcerting.
She clenches her jaw and watches Ira. "How is it that we're able to connect like that? How did I know that I needed to talk to you and it led to that? I just went on a trip to help a friend and ended up in another world dying from dark creatures. It's all omens. Dark or light, I have no idea." Her head tilts. "Do you feel what Drew did to you was fated?"