"First try," echoed Drou. Her lip curled in introspective dismay. "How did you know you'd . . . caught? The nausea?"
"Fatigue, before nausea. But it was the little blue dots . . ." Her voice faltered, as she studied the girl's twisted-up features.
"Drou, are all these questions academic, or do you have some more personal interest in the answers?"
Her face almost crumpled. "Personal," she choked out. "Oh." Cordelia sat back. "D'you . . . want to talk about it?"
"No . . . I don't know. . . ."
"I presume that means yes," Cordelia sighed.
Barrayar, Chapter 10 - Lois McMaster
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