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The world did not feel right, Sol fell beneath the Moon and turned and tossed. The boat felt uneven and troublesome on calm seas. She dreamed of her brother falling and falling and falling. Waves of unpleasantness and sticky things rolling onto the shore before crashing over. Sheep endless spinning sheep on a spinning spinning-

Waking up with a start, she pressed her hand against Robb's chest and half wiggling-half falling out of bed. Nimble, pale, hands grabbing the emergency bucket she had tucked beneath the bed after the second-third-fourth-fifth day of this awful stomach ickyness and ran towards the bathroom. Her feet carried her much quicker this time and she even made it before she was sick again. It looked very pretty, all pretty colours of last night's dinner but it made her feel awful.

"If I sing nicely will you shush now tummy, shush." Delirium muttered, shivering a little. She wished it would go away, sometimes she felt better but not until very late and then it would start all over again. Again and again.

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Robb is watching her when she comes back, propped up on one elbow, peering at her curiously. "Are you all right?"

"Everything is swimmy, everything is swimmy and I feel whaley." Del replied, peeling off one of her own t-shirts and exchanging it for one of Robb's shirts. Which was much nicer. It was almost like being wrapped up in a Robb hug all the time.

Wrapping her arms around herself, she hugged herself before climbing back into bed and burrowing into the blankets. Mostly so she could hoard them, like a dragon, and then also so she could hoard Robb and wiggle closer to him.

"This is peachier." Del murmured, voice muffled against his chest as she pressed her lips over where his heart lay. Mouthing the alphabet against his skin, she looked up at him. "M'swimmy. In my tummy. It doesn't love me anymore Robb. It is forming a rebellion."

"Apparently," Robb says, half wry and half worried, nestling her against him. "It's been going on for days. I think it's time to give up the idea it's something you ate." Even if, with the bizarre things Del is prone to making, food poisoning is a perfectly logical first assumption.

"If you listen closely you can hear it singing, singing the song of angry men." Delirium said, mouthing the last of the alphabet against his chest then his neck before finally mostly settling against him. Her tummy still felt like it was leading a revolt against her but it felt a little better now she had been sick. "Silly what else would it be other than the jellyfish, poor jellyfish I should not have eaten it. It didn't even taste nice."

"You shouldn't have eaten it, I'm not arguing that," Robb says dryly, his fingertips running down the side of her arm. "I just can't imagine that there's anything left of it by this point."

"Maybe it is clinging inside me, waiting to burst out like one of those happy aliens that use humans to keep their babies warm and happy. Maybe happy isn't the right word... bitey." Delirium said, rambling a little as she closed her eyes. She made a soft, happy little noise at the touch to her arm and wiggled closer. Swallowing heavily, she pressed her lips together and wished her stomach would stop making such protests. "If it isn't the jellyfish then I do not know what it could be, apart from parasitic happy alien creatures but they have not attached themselves to my face."

Robb understands what most of those words mean, if not necessarily in the order presented. "Or just possibly a different sort of parasite," he offers, wondering if she'll catch on or if he'll have to ask more directly in a moment.

"I haven't eaten any mistletoe, I only did it that one time. It was unpeachy," Delirium mumbled, sighing as she remained incredibly still and floppy against Robb. Which was unusual, usually she found it hard to remain very still for long. Looking up at Robb, she looked at him thoughtfully as she tried to think what he meant. "Oh... oh... you mean tapeworm. No, I do not think so."

She smiled a little mischieviously and pressed her forehead against his chest, to try and hide the tired mischief smile. Running a hand down to touch her stomach, she considered it. Another kind of parasite. "Oh... oh... oh. You think it is a tiny human."

Robb's smile is tired too, his eyes teasing. "Much as I don't mean to refer to our possible child as a parasite, yes, it does seem likely."

Del touched her stomach thoughtfully, wondering a little if that explained the rest of everything she had been feeling. Swimmy, whaley and touchy. She had not felt exactly like that with the twins but she supposed every tiny human made them different. If that is what it was.

"A tiny human Robb," Del said thoughtfully before smiling a little. "I do not mind being sick if it is a tiny human. Our tiny human. But only for a little while. The sick bit."

"A couple of months, I think," Robb says, "and then it gets easier, I think." He may not have first-hand experience, but he watched Jeyne and Susan and Sansa all, and there did seem to be a pattern to it. He kisses her lightly. "We could go see the doctor in the morning and find out."

"Months? It is a good thing that I love you Robb Stark," Delirium mumbled against his skin. She did not remember months with the twins but her sanity hadn't been as firm at the start. She felt surer now but she did not like the idea of months of unpeachiness. "Oh if it is a tiny human then I will get to play my favourite game again that will be nice."

Turning her head up to receive his kisses, smiling against his mouth she before turning her head up to receive his kisses. Looking at Robb thoughtfully, she brushed a strand of hair back and squirmed closer to wrap an arm around him.

"I don't have Chasey though now or Helen, Cam is nice." Del said, burying her head against his neck and brushing tiny kisses against his skin. "Can we see Cam? She's- warm like sissy."

"It's entirely up to you," Robb says, because as long as Del doesn't want to pick a doctor who is actually a palm tree or a fish, but is an actual human doctor with actual human medicine, he's fairly flexible on the matter.

"That is a dangerous thing to say, I could pick a tree Robb." Del said, rubbing her swimmy stomach thoughtfully. It would be very peachy to have a new member of the family it would bring their numbers to... "Ohoh it could be tiny humans Robb. It could be twins again. Hee."

"If you pick a tree, then it isn't up to you anymore," Robb says simply. He has some experience at deflecting her, by now. "And it's possible. I wouldn't know how to tell."

"I would not pick a tree, trees are very silly and their spirits are even worse. Or they are too slow, they think in seasons and seasons not in minutes or weeks. Cam will be peachy if she agrees." Delirium said, touching Robb's chest and reaching for his hand. Threading her fingers through hers, she smiled and tugged his hand down to slide beneath her shirt to touch her stomach. She still wants to throw up, she still wants to crawl away or bury herself in bed but it is exciting now. "If I get giant and floaty like a balloon or eat oh boring things."

"The Heart Tree itself isn't going to be a doctor," Robb says wryly, though when he's awake properly he has every intention of praying to it. "Can you get back to sleep now?"

"It can be anything it wants to be," Del said yawning a little when he asks her if she can sleep. She shakes her head, though she burrows a little closer and deeper beneath the blankets. "No, no at all. You should kiss me everywhere and then maybe so."

"Oh?" Robb grins at her, looking rather devious. "Is this a trick so you can throw up on me?"

Head peeking out, a halo of red tangled curls popping out from beneath the blanket as she looked at him and the grin he gave her. Shaking her head at his question, she leaned up and tangled her hand a little in his hair.

"No, this is a trick to get you to kiss me everywhere." Del replied at the devious little look.

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