Though Sebastian knew it was more than normal for women to experience "morning" sickness at all hours of the day, that still didn't prevent his forehead from creasing with worry at the mention of it. His eyes flicked briefly to her stomach before moving back up to observe her pallor. "I've a few things I could reach out at work and get you." he responded, averting his eyes as he thought of who he could possibly reach out to help him at least concoct the potions. He'd read about them plenty in his studies, but he wanted to be sure she got them from a reputable source. Not to mention a discreet source.

But her pregnancy was going to reach public ears at some point - something Sebastian again was rather put out about, as his cousin hardly deserved any of it in his humble opinion. Guilt gnawed at him again when his conscience told him his reaction had been no better than what the two of them would receive in the end, and he looked over to her again. "Elsie," He said, his voice unwavering. "Truly, I'm sorry. I know he's a good man." Despite this, Sebastian still was stubborn and didn't want to really say Kirke's name. "I'd always envisioned a wedding between you two with our families attending, is all. A celebration rather than having to hide away. You don't deserve that." Neither of them did, but again, Sebastian referred to his saltiness as a reason for avoiding the mention of him by name.

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