Petit answered, still in her PJs, a pair of sweats and one of the shirts that Henn had gotten her, the one that said: 'Actually, we're hoping it's a pony.'
She had cried when she'd realized what had happened, but she'd determined that she was done with that forever, though if 'forever' turned into 'just for now' she was probably fine with that as well.
She'd always been fairly quiet, it helped that she was also small, and now, even five months pregnant, she just looked worn down, "C'mon in. Is Henriette doing okay?"