"Are you going to hurt me?" Remus' little voice rose again.
"No! No!" Arabella cupped his cheeks, "I would never!" she shook her head.
But the boy did not seem all that reassured and kept on cowering back against the tree behind him.
"You smell very differently!" he cried, "You are not the Arabella I know,"
"I know! I know," she whispered.
After those words however, the two of them were not given the chance to exchange more as the young woman doubled over, forced to clutch her stomach and clench her jaws.
"Oh, my Lord!" her throat barely allowed her pleadings out.
"What is it? Are you in pain?"
for all the terror he carried in his eyes, Remus sprung to his feet again and found the courage to put his hands on her shoulder and head.
"Yes! Yes! I am alright, but… My stomach… It hurts! I feel like it is twisting inside me!" every breath of hers fought against the tide to be sucked in or let out.
