Now this was a big place.<br/><br/>Big as in big. And filled with all kinds of things that probably would have cost more to rent individually than he could have afforded at the end of a year. The fact that any place could even match the Hawk in luxury continued to astound him. Sure, you'd figure places he'd been, like the Brown estate, and other bazillionaire mansions and that kind of thing would be decked out to absolutely mind blowing extents with fashion, luxury, nick knacks, and all sorts of things that were so nice and out there that you wondered if enough people with the money for them actually existed to merit their invention. The fact that anyone would consider there to be a need to make places this nice to stay on the road just blew his mind.<br/><br/>Though he had the strength to make it to the room himself more than well enough, Celeste felt the need to help him out and, feeling a bit guilty, he went ahead and let her, sitting on the bed and half ready to try and pull her down next to him. Instead he let her go and relaxed, leaning himself up against the headboard, sitting mostly upright and took a moment to relax and went to the fridge to-<br/><br/>"Cel?"<br/><br/>Oh, no, what was going on was obvious.<br/><br/>"Ah."<br/><br/>He sat back a moment, feeling himself about ready to fall asleep, but decided it wasn't right to go just yet. She'd had a long day, he was sure she wouldn't mind passing out before too long, and he could worry about... all the more complicated things once they got up. For now, though, he just had to keep awake for her for a while. He didn't have much appetite at this point of exhaustion, so the food or caffeine failed to appeal to him, but-<br/><br/>Rayner sighed, stripping the long sleeved shirt he'd had, down to his muscle shirt underneath, followed by each of his gloves. He smacked atop each eye lightly a few times, and then put his thumb and forefinger to the skin atop his bicep and put his teeth firmly together. With one sharp twist of his wrist, the little pinch of pain shot up his shoulder and he blinked several times, popping off the bed and shaking himself off. Temporary measures. He didn't know much about morning sickness, but on a weak stomach usually one was good to go for... water, and some simple breads. He tried to collect the easiest stuff they had available, just a small sample, and poured a glass of water for her. For himself, he just sought out the highest caffeine thing he could find short of brewing coffee, and took just one quick shot of it.