"Oh, no," she says with a little laugh, surprised by how much better she feels now that the baby is moving again. And he's grown quite active -- she's become convinced, lately, that she's carrying a boy -- in the past few moments, doing twist and kicking her in the bladder with the sort of strength she thinks shouldn't be possessed by babies in the womb. It hurts just a little, especially when he does his dance against her bladder, but she's too grateful for his movement to care very deeply about the pain. It's a different sort of pain than the one she'd felt earlier and for that she's grateful.

"No, Ross, when the baby comes and I'm brave enough again, I can't promise I won't get into any fights. Tis only that some men deserve a thrashing and sometimes it's only I that can give it to 'em. What if I-" She has to cut herself off, stifling a yawn against her first, and it only strikes her than that it's the middle of the night and Ross has to work early.

"I'll save half of 'em for you," she says, then sets her tea aside and holds out her hand. "Help me up, I should dry myself off and let you return to bed. It's late and you've work in the morning." She'll be awake awhile yet, but she knows Ross needs to sleep or he'll be quite grumpy with his students in the morning and she'd not like to be carrying that on her shoulders as having been the cause.