Nox was very concerned about his wife. There was absolutely no reason for her to be feeling ill, though it wasn't anything severe, and she seemed alright other than the nausea and odd appetite. Perhaps it was just the weather getting to her. It had been extremely cold this week, and the snow showed no signs of letting up. He made sure to keep the apartment a little warmer than was to his liking, and he was never far from Belle's side so that he could give of his own warmth.
As she snuggled up to him on the couch, he went to put his arm around her and kiss her cheek as he often did, but the elemental was out of his grasp a second later. Nox would have ran after her, except he suddenly felt ill as well. It was almost as bad as being shot and stabbed. His stomach lurched, though he managed to not vomit. His body shook from a severe chill that ran through his system. And Nox's head began to throb. He had no idea what was happening, but he fell to his side on the couch and curled up from the aching that took hold of him.