"Because this is a completely normal morning, sure." That happened yesterday. And no one had said anything even just on the network. Her stomach was roiling. Her thumb was stroking back and forth in his hair at the nape of his neck. "I have a lot of catching-up to do if I've been comatose for a couple of weeks. It's okay. I promise. --I'm probably subjecting you to serious morning breath. A backlog of morning breath. I'm..."
Anything else she'd been about to say was lost, because she knew that she was going to be sick. Physical reaction to emotional stress, bodies trying to expel something, anything to make themselves feel better. She was off Erran's lap, abandoning the blanket, and the bathroom door banged against the wall. She knelt down, just managing to gather her hair back in one hand before she started retching.