"Ugh, the thought of any of them procreating makes me feel ill," Delaney said. Then she paled. "No, seriously. I'm going to be sick, do you have a basin or a bathroom or something?"
Ugh, this had been going so well, she'd managed to get through it without freaking out more than a little, and now she was going to throw up on the Healer. Perfect.
And the thought of the man who was more than likely waiting for her didn't do anything to settle her stomach. "You know if he's out there I'm not going to hold back on giving him a piece of my mind," she said weakly.