Isabella stared at the floating cube for a moment, lips parted like she wanted to throw another sarcastic comeback—but nothing came out. Her throat tightened instead.
Glimora let out a sleepy chirp and snuggled closer to her stomach, her soft fur tickling Isabella's fingers as if sensing the sudden dip in her mood.
The silence between her and Bubu stretched, filled only by the faint hum of the glowing moss and the gentle drip of water hitting the pond's surface.
Finally, she sighed. "Hey… Bubu?"
"Yes, Host?"
Her voice caught on the word. "You know that thing I said… before?"
"Specify," Bubu said, because of course it did.
Isabella frowned, rubbing her temple. "You know, the thing. The yelling. The part where I called you a demonic blue cube with no emotions and then, uh—kind of blamed you for, um…" She gestured vaguely at her stomach. "—you know. This."
"You mean your pregnancy."
"Oh my god, can you not say it out loud like that?" she hissed, cheeks warming. "Yes, that!"
