Winnie hummed out a noncommittal answer, trying to formulate the words she wanted to say, or at least give meaning to the feelings she felt. "I believed you when you said you needed time." It wasn't for her to decide his timeline, she had her own to work with. Whether or not he knew at that moment how much time he needed wasn't something she could wait for. Her problem had been urgent and she'd taken care of it swiftly.

In a move very out of character for them, as she sat up, Winnie wrapped the sheet around her torso, swinging her legs off the edge of the bed as she looked at him. "Perfectly fine, it was uncomfortable, but even naturally it's that way." Winnie had seen and dealt with a lot of miscarriages in her career, causing one through a potion did not change the fact that her body had lost something and removed it, just as it happened naturally and spontaneously.

"Are you alright?" She asked because she genuinely couldn't tell and she wanted to know.