Had Belle been better she would have known almost immediately that something was wrong when her husband didn't follow her into the bathroom. As it was it took a few minutes, most of it spent emptying her stomach and retching, before she wondered where he was. Then she was worried. Nox was so protective, what could stop him checking on her?
Feeling momentarily capable of moving from the bathroom, she carefully made her way back to the couch and the sight of Nox curled on it, obviously unwell. "What's wrong? Are you ok?" Belle managed to squeeze out, falling onto a kitchen chair to recover from the small walk she made.