Smiling fondly, albeit sadly at her friend, Febby was immensely appreciative of Tuni's support. It was unlikely Tuni would ever know just how much Febs appreciated it. She was also incredibly reasonable at the moment. As panicked as Febby was, she hadn't always been the most regular of creatures, but it had evened out as of late. Plus in the past there hadn't been a reason to worry. It was likely she'd have to wait a few more weeks to be sure, but somewhere, deep down, she knew she was screwed. It would be just her luck.

"You're right, of course, I just have this sickening feeling. I'll know for sure in a couple weeks I guess." Subconsciously pressing a hand to her corset, Febby blew out a shaky breath. There was no shaking the feeling. Unfortunately, she was usually right about her feelings too. At least she could be a warning to Tuni, who would hopefully, definitely wait to be that intimate with Mr. Bixby until after they were married.

Normally the mention of whiskey would delight her, but even thinking about it in the moment made her stomach turn. "That, does not sound like a good idea." Febs worried that the smell would make her wretch at this point. Oh there was a symptom she could do without and would now be keenly looking for. She dragged her hands over her face in frustration again. All she wanted to do was scream. "This is miserable." She concluded with a heavy sigh.