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Ellandra sighed as she tried to politely ignore Faolan's asking her to come sit down so he could listen to the babies' heartbeats - for the umpteenth time this morning. She needed to clean the vardo and had been trying to since she'd woken up that morning; Rhian had gotten a little manic on her last fluffy-treat eating spree, which had left a mess that desperately needed cleaning.

Said butterfly was now being denied her favorite snack for an entire week thanks to the fact that she'd somehow managed to leave sugar-residue amongst the mess of cards and feathers, making it that much harder to clean. she'd apologized, but was now pouting in the rafters about not getting her snack. ("A whole week? That isn't fair at all!")Ellandra would have been insisting the flutterby help her, but really, there wasn’t' much she could do aside from setting a few displaced objects back in position, and the brunette wanted something to occupy her morning with anyway.

Cleaning the hurricane-Rhian mess that was the front room of the vardo really shouldn't be taking this long. She'd have been done by now, surely she would have, but Faolan kept trying to get her to sit down so her could listen to the twins' heartbeats. Yes, it was an amazing thing, and reassuring to them both, but she couldn't hear it, and there were things to be done rather than sitting still while her husband got a dopey-happy-Daddy grin with his head pressed to her belly!

"No, Faolan, I mean it! Please, I want to get at least this much clean," she said, trying to straighten out her small collection of books and reorganize them, while taking stock of the damage Rhian had caused - this one needed pages taped in, that one had its binding loosened, this one was intact well enough.... "I'm sure they sound just like they did five minutes ago, anyway," she added, debating the worth of locking the fortune-teller into the bedroom alone for a little while. . .

No, not worth it. He'd probably just break out anyway.

"I'm fine," Ellandra said, rather distractedly as she inspected a book that. . . . had a hole chewed through it? What in the - oh, never mind, that one wasn't worth keeping anyway, she decided, carrying it over to the trash can in the other corner. Truthfully she wasn't as fine as she claimed, and sitting down did sound good, but. . . . . not when it was just an excuse for Faolan to listen to the babies - which really wasn't fair anyway, that he could hear them and the only sign she had of their presence was fatigue and nausea, the tiny, peevish part of her that she usually denied a voice complained. "There's still so much left to clean, too - I haven't even gotten half of this mess cleaned up," she lamented as she dropped the chewed-through book into the garbage pail.

Ellandra blinked, sighing mournfully at the loss of that book, and looked at Faolan. "Overdoing it? It's just cleaning, Faolan." Was she going to admit that sitting down sounded really good right now, that resting sounded nice? That she was more tired than she should be from just mild cleaning?

Not on your life.

Ellandra paused and considered that for a moment. "W-well..." She said, sorely tempted by that offer. Alas, the decision of whether to clean or rest was taken from her, as a rather intense dizzy spell - oooh, drat being pregnant at times, though she loved the babies, this was a pain!- took her and forced her to stumble to the nearby chair and fall into it rather than sit gracefully. "Ooohhhh..."

Ellandra squeaked, having only half-realized he'd meant what he said. "W-what? Really, Faolan, I have to get back to - " she cut herself off in the middle of her sentence, dizziness getting to her again . . . along with the sheer sweetness of this little gesture.

Ellandra squeaked, but finally closed her eyes and relaxed, nearly falling asleep in her chair. "Ooohhhh....."

"Mmm....... maybe," Ellandra said, tugging her foot away after a moment. Sighing softly (and a little reluctantly), she moved to get up. "I really do need to get back to cleaning, Faolan. . ."