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Tiberii · 5/22/2026, 12:39 AM

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Tiberii rarely asked for help. In fact, she rarely asked for anything at all. Perhaps that was why her sisters amassed so swiftly, lifting from the depths of their dens and slumbers to rally to her call. And as soon as they did, Tiberii felt her heart catch in her throat, an instant sense of regret fluttering through her. Three pairs of familiar eyes rested on her, and there was a soft quiet for a few moments as the sisters took a rare moment to be alone with one another.

It was ... nice ...

There were so many things to say to each of them, so many things Tiberii wanted to say and never did. Dalmatia was getting married. Euphemia was a leader now, and mourning (?) a very aggressive love interest (thanks to Tiberii). Aurelia was likely still processing the loss of her own leadership role and exploring her feelings for Sólúlfur. And yet here Tiberii was, stealing their time for her own problem. She felt guilty, her cheeks hot and her stomach boiling with ready bile as nausea washed over her.

But they were here now, and there was no avoiding it.

Her head was swimming, senses dulled as waves upon waves of annoying hormonal surges pulsed through her bloodstream. Tongue-tied, the bull attempted to process the best way to tell them, or better yet, attempted to process her way out of this. Could she just say 'never mind' and walk away? Would that work? Maybe she could figure out something else to say — maybe she could lie and say the bear was back. Maybe she could just —

— I'm pregnant.

It was not a whisper.

The words left her lips faster than her mind could tell them not to. Instantly, her ears flattened, and she snapped her jaws shut. But the already spoken words echoed horribly in the air around them, as if spoken by a million voices other than her own. And Tiberii would swallow, her fears of inadequacy rising in her belly just as quickly as the bile.

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