She hugged into him. Nuzzling him as he pulled her close. Hoping he was okay. She heard his audible gulp and sniffed him. Nuzzling him and kisses his cheek. Whimpering as she sensed his tension. "Why mate so sad? Why mate get tense? Did I do bad or wrong?" She asks worriedly. Whining a bit. Not understanding his sudden silence and gulping. She leaned into her mates arms as he picked her up. Holding on as best she can. She didn't want to get sick she just felt queasy and nausiated. She whines a bit. Her tummy felt slightly better as he rubbed it. She leaned into him again. "I don't feel as queasy." She says softly. She was a strong young woman and queasy or not she wasn't getting sick easily. "Is something wrong with mate? Is something wrong with me?" she asks. He was worrying her.