Her admission sent a surge of anxiety through him. He hadn't expected that. Melody was supposed to be the one who knew what was going on, with all of this. The healer had said nausea was normal, and Ben had just taken him at his word because he didn't know enough to argue. This was just... the mysterious process of pregnancy, he supposed, compounded by the fact that Melody hated him and didn't have the will to get out of bed in the morning. If she was scared, though, that was... something else. She was supposed to be the one who knew how to get through this, with some sort of maternal instinct or with her knowledge of her own body and her own health, and if she was scared, that meant it was up to him.

"It's — it's gonna be okay," he said, wishing the confidence he pushed into his voice was genuine. "We're gonna get through this. I'll get a sleeping potion somewhere, so you can get your strength back up. Then you'll be able to eat more," he said, as though he knew anything about this at all. It sounded like it would work, but Ben's knowledge of healing was restricted to basic first aid that he'd practiced years ago while in the field as a cursebreaker. He didn't know how to deal with illness. He didn't know how to get someone to eat if they couldn't, or what was more important — that or sleep.

"We'll be okay," he said again, willing them both to believe it.