Irene allowed herself a moment to melt into Sam's side as he took the cleaned pot from her arms and hugged her with one arm.  She breathed in the warm scent of man, a little sweaty but still smelling good, and eased.<br/><br/>"My time...of the month...it's here."  She spoke softly, her face against Sam.  She was hiding from what she was saying, but also trying to hide from what she was thinking.  "It's been a while...because of the elixir I had..."  She sighed, laughing a little and then shaking her head as if in denial to something, beginning to pull away from Sam.<br/><br/>"It's funny," she said, easing the pot from his arm to take it back to the tub room.<br/><br/>From the safety the distance of a few feet gave her, she added. "I thought I might be pregnant."  She set the pot down and turned it just so.  She paused to look out the higher window.  "And, my first thought wasn't of how to get rid of it."  She turned away from the window,  a shadow against a slightly lighter sqare.  "Isn't that silly?  And, now I feel a little sad," she admitted, leaning against the wall, misjudging the distance and hitting it a little bit harder than anticipiated.  Irene adjusted her stance as she watched Sam's shape in the lighter doorway to their room.  She smiled to herself; the plural seemed to come without hesitation, now.  What would he think of her admission?  Would he understand what a huge leap her thinking had taken?  Because of him...<br/><br/>Irene straightened, waiting.  What would she do or feel if he laughed?  Oh, dear, she mused, I'm an idiot...