Her stomach was hurting. Why was her stomach hurting? She began to panic, her gaze flickering around to every little area in sight, wondering if it was the curse or if it was her reproductive system giving her a hard time again—only then she realized, oh, it was probably the nerves.

She took a breath. The ceremony was continuing, and it seemed her role in it was not yet finished.

"That's me, I guess," she piped up, smiling sheepishly as she raised a hand halfway into the air. Was she allowed to do that?

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