Leaving his suitcase by the door, Henry took a deep breath and got himself ready for facing his fiancee for the first time since she'd been struck by the strange ailment going around. His last flight had been full of people exhibiting all kinds of strange behavior and afflictions, and he thanked goodness the whole time that he was not a sweets person. Henry did hope that the mints on his hotel pillow would not count-- since he'd yet to show any signs of strangeness, he assumed not.
Stepping into the bedroom at Gabriella's call, he stopped short. Almost nothing about his betrothed was different-- she was still petite and beautiful, and wearing his shirt was something she had done many times, but never had she stretched the front as she was then. It took all his might to wrench his eyes up to Gabriella's while he sat beside her.
"Oh, sweetheart, I wasn't sure quite what to expect." He put his arms around Gabriella, but had to adjust to compensate. "Firstly, I wanted to make sure that you're not in pain or feeling ill. If you are, then we definitely must see a doctor for you. You're not, are you?"