She lay her head on his shoulder, happiness swelling in her more than she ever knew. "I am only three moons along. The most I've experienced thus far is that awful nausea and an aversion to eggs." Her nose wrinkled, a shiver going through her at just the thought of the taste. "I love eggs." She said with a pout.
"Hm," Razmyr hummed beneath his breath while he carried her through the halls. "Then what can I have prepared for you that your tastes still enjoy?"
"Steak! I have been craving steak for ages." She bemoaned, huffing dramatically. "And cranberries. Oh and grapes with peanut butter. I put some on the ones I shared with father and he kicked me out of the dining hall." She said in exasperation. "It's a perfectly good snack."
Razmyr's face twisted. "I would've kicked you out too. I love you but that's nasty even for a pirate such as myself."