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There's nothing I can do about that.

Yes. Not your fault. Little Fish's. [She gently rubs her stomache.]

You named your progeny Fish?

No. Finnick. For his daddy. Call him Little Fish because he swims inside me. [She giggles.]

[Have a vaguely concerned look, Annie. Not too concerned though, he's got an image to maintain.]

You can always take a break.

[She shakes her head. Feeling sick is better than going away, disassociating.] No. Can't. Have to.

Want some company, then?

Oh, yes please. Can I-- have a glass of water, too?

Of course. Just sit tight for a minute.

[Not that he's got far to go for it anyway. A few long moments and he returns with a full cup, which he hands over.]

Anything in particular ailing you or did you just have the misfortune of catching something from somebody?

Thank you. [She takes an experimental small sip.]

Dont't know. Head hurts, stomach hurts. Misfortune, I think. Don't like it. Sick means doctors. Don't like doctors.

[And Gale's going to frown at that] ...I thought not, you're looking very pale. Is there anything I can do to help you out? Anything you need?

[She shakes her head.] No. Just Little Fish, I think. [She puts her hand on her stomach.] Water, maybe? Water always helps, Gale.

[He nods as his eyes rest on her stomach before moving back up to her with a small smile] Right, of course water. Water I can do.

[He moves from where they had been sitting, getting her some water and handing it to her] Here.

[She watches him as he gets up, and eagerly accepts the glass of water when he returns.] Thank you, Gale. [She takes a few small sips.] Do you feel okay? [He looks fine, but she always worries.]

Don't mention it. [He sits back down opposite her and smiles a little, shaking his head] I feel perfectly fine, Annie don't you worry about me.

No. Always worry about my friends. [She smiles and takes another sip of water.] Don't have many of them. So I have to worry.

[He smiles a little and nods. He does know how that feels] Well, thank you Annie but I promise you I'm feeling perfectly fine. It's you that I'm worried about.

Why? [She looks up at him innocently.] Don't need to worry about me.

You're not feeling well, right? Friends worry about other friends who aren't feeling well...until they get better of course.

Yes. But I don't like when people worry about me. Other more important people to worry about.

Hey, don't say that. I'd say you're definitely important enough to be worried about.

Oh. Don't think so. But thank you. Glad you do.