"Shut up, Xander," she snapped. She was moody too. Fuck. "If I want someone to analyze my health, I'll go see the healers. I don't need your commentary. Besides, you should know well enough that I don't get sick. I'm a sprite. One-hundred percent sprite. I'd only be sick if another super virus struck, and I'm really hoping that doesn't happen. I got lucky last time." Really lucky.
She looked at him strangely. "Why?" What the hell did his apartment have to do with anything? "No, I haven't been near your apartment. Just out for a run. Needed to clear my head." She rubbed her belly, because it still felt weird. Maybe it was because she'd thrown up.