Evie took a moment, once he'd left, to try and convince herself she was wrong. The problem is, the more she thinks about it, the more it makes absolute sense - it had been longer than it should have been for her monthly visitor, the unexplained nausea, the changing appetite, the tiredness, a number of other tiny little things that she'd heard about but never quite believed - only now they were piling on and there really wasn't any way to deny what was happening.

If she hadn't already become quite certain, the fact that the cabbage soup - not her first choice of dishes, it had to be said - smelled absolutely delicious was the nail in the coffin. Or the... well, there wasn't a polite euphemism for the opposite, but nevertheless.

"Thank you," she told him, a little distractedly, taking the soup and practically inhaling it - after emptying her stomach so much she was ravenous, and the soup seemed to hit the spot even more than usual.