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Zhane returned from his brief jaunt to the fridge with the juice she'd asked for and a soda for himself. They'd TRIED to plan things further at Nani's home, but continual interruptions and noise had kept them from making any headway. Three hours later, they had still been stuck on trying to decide colors to theme the wedding around after having to retrieve Lexi from under the kitchen sink and help Seiji get the frisbee he and Ren had been playing with out of a tree.

Rose and Kayla had, at last, taken pity on them and suggested they go and find a more quiet place to talk things over for awhile. And so they'd come here.

"So....did we decide on green and blue? Or is that still in the air?" he asked as he sat gently beside her, offering her the glass of juice.

The sudden explosion of movement as she fled the room took the ijiuo offguard as he blinked, some of the juice sloshing out of its glass to spill over his shirt and pants in a freezing rush that made him yelp.

....huh?

The sounds of sickness that travelled back to his ears, amplified by the acoustics of the bathroom made him wince. Setting the drinks aside, he padded down the hallway to wait outside in silence a moment.

When he heard the sound of the faucet running, he cracked the door open. "Hey, are you all right...?" he asked, brow furrowing in concern. It may have been a trick of the fluorescent lighting, but she looked horribly pale.

"We could go with both, but I've got nothing against green" he offered, entwining their fingers and probing her eyes curiously with his own. He hoped it was just the food and not what he worried it might be -- that she was stressing herself that badly over the wedding plans.

Just in case, though...

"You want to lay down for a little?" he asked, planting a kiss on her still-fevered forehead that the cold water she'd washed with tried and failed to mask.

He'd been about to answer her before she'd pushed off of him to return to the bathroom to repeat her previous performance. The fact this "encore" had been brought up by further discussion of the wedding made him sigh, leaning against the wall to rub at his eyes.

This was exactly what he'd wanted to avoid -- feeling like he was rushing her. But at her joy at the engagement, and their agreement that they had no use for a lengthy wait before the wedding, he'd thought starting to set plans into stone was the next logical step.

He didn't wait this time -- guilt didn't let him -- and nudged open the door to kneel beside her, reaching out to gather up her hair and hold it back and out of the way for her. Sickness itself didn't bother him....the fact SHE was sick, however, did.

"You don't have to be sorry." he assured her, pulling her to him in a hug and rocking her a bit, trying to soothe her. "Hell, I'M sorry....weddings are probably the last thing you want to talk about when you feel this way."

When they got home, eventually, he decided, he was going to wait until she was sleeping and then take all of the magazines and the books, and put them out of sight for awhile. They could come back to it another time.

"Well, I just think if it was the pancakes, the kids would have been coming up sick too." As he recalled they'd had them for breakfast as well when she'd made her own. As relieved as he was to hear her say it wasn't the wedding plans, he also hoped it wasn't the food.

If they came home to Seiji, Lexi, and Ren all curled up in blankets after spending the afternoon throwing up, he had a feeling that was where Rose and Kayla's generosity might just end.

"Yeah, c'mon...." he said, helping her to stand. "Let's get you comfortable."

A hand found the small of her back, rubbing it as she listed back onto her side. He set his jaw, debating whether they should carry on the conversation or not. "Not sure....we could look at a chart, figure out what goes with what shades, I guess. I think one of the catalogs had a color wheel...."

When that didn't bring up a new bout of throwing up, he drew in a breath to continue, only to be cut off by the sound of a door opening and people entering the house.

"No, I didn't TELL you you couldn't get a cat. All I'm saying is--" Talon's voice was heard, continuing whatever argument he and Yeande had been having from the car to the house.

"You didn't even want to hold that siamese."

"Because it was HOWLING!"

Zhane felt his earfins flatten in distaste with a sigh before looking back to Nani and leaning over her to brush a kiss over her cheek.

"Stay here, I'll be back." he whispered, slipping off the edge of the bed to go greet his parents.