I am not sleepy.

[. . . eyelids are growing heavy, though.]

Immature.

Wei Ying should. You never sleep enough, soon it could affect your health.

I . . . must study.

Baobei.

. . . I /am/ staying by your side.

No need.

I am not the best company.

I am less likely to lash out.

True, but now that I am living in Burial Mounds, I am not bound by all of the rules.

Very well.

Do not complain later.

„ Giving you relief. ”

Paws along his thigh . . . just assessing the situation.

• Only a fool could mistake his growth for anything but pregnancy.

„ No rush. ”

He’s fine.

„ Mate should not overpressure self. ”

„ . . . thank you. ”

It sounds broken, although he’s trying hard to suppress his rising feelings of misery. It is also getting more and more difficult to properly cuddle into his mate’s arms, in the way he preferred most, due to his ever growing belly.

He’s . . . quite big now. •

I won’t become a bother, either.

No one should bother Wei Ying.

Hot tears soak the dark fabric where his face rests, but otherwise he doesn’t make a sound that would betray his mood.

Nods and nuzzles his neck when he’s asked.

„ . . . mn? ”