Something was terribly wrong. Barnabas didn't step closer for fear that she might run - or apparate away - even. He stood there with his hand outstretched, beckoning for her to return to him but not wanting her to flee like a cornered, frightened animal might. For that was what the look in her eyes resembled - a wild animal. Before he knew what was happening, her eyes rolled back in her head and her body went completely limp.
"Maeve!" He shouted and flung himself toward her in an attempt to soften her fall, but he hadn't reached her in time. She hit the ground solidly. He followed a half a moment later, wincing as his bad leg was jostled. Barnabas reached for her and pulled her head into his lap. "Maeve, Maeve darling, Maeve, wake up," He patted her face worriedly. If she didn't wake soon, he'd have to try to apparate them back to the house to get help. Perhaps she was simply overextended? Or... could it be? Was she with child already? Women fainted when expecting, didn't they?
"Maeve!" He shouted and flung himself toward her in an attempt to soften her fall, but he hadn't reached her in time. She hit the ground solidly. He followed a half a moment later, wincing as his bad leg was jostled. Barnabas reached for her and pulled her head into his lap. "Maeve, Maeve darling, Maeve, wake up," He patted her face worriedly. If she didn't wake soon, he'd have to try to apparate them back to the house to get help. Perhaps she was simply overextended? Or... could it be? Was she with child already? Women fainted when expecting, didn't they?
