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Midna smiles softly as she nods in greetings. "Hello. I am Midna, and hopefully you can." Her warm smile grows. "I think I am becoming ill. I wanted to make sure though and get some medicine."

Ben walks in with Midna, an arm around her waist. "She has some fever, and her stomach is upset." He nods to the blue woman. Interesting.

"All right. Please sit down on one of the beds," Zhaan says, gesturing to the closest one. She also pulls a chair close to the bed for Ben. "Now then. What are your names?"

She turns her sunset ruby eyes to the bed that the doctor gestures to as she nods. Giving Look to Ben, Midna just smiles and shakes her head as she pulls away from his gentle embrace. Sitting back on the bed. "Princess Midna Dusk," she introduces herself with her full name. Though Midna gives the title a slight grimace before pushing the expression away.

Ben follows, and stays near Midna. "I am Ben Winchester." He smiles to his princess, holding her hand.

"Zhaan," she says, smiling. "Now, Midna, I must ask, since I have never seen your species before - are you baseline human?" She hopes so, or this could be very complicated.

Midna blinks as she looks from Zhaan to Ben, "Well, honestly I am more Hyrulian than human. But the only difference between Ben and a Hyrulian is that Ben does not have pointed ears. But, yes. I think so."

Ben smiles to Midna, and kisses her hand; he will not make any jokes about 'human compatibility' with her, that would be very much improper. "Pointed ears, and colors. But yours are prettier..."

"You had best be careful not to make your lady jealous," Zhaan says, smiling. She goes to one of the supply drawers and gets out a thermometer, the kind you stick to a person's forehead. She goes to Midna's bedside, peels off the backing and sticks the glossy strip on Midna's brow. "There, that will read your temperature." Then she brushes Midna's hand - it's meant to be reassuring, but something happens that she didn't expect.

Zhaan feels overwarm herself, and queasy, and a little strange. But that's not her, that's Midna. This is like what occurs when she shares a person's pain, but she's never done it without going into a trance first. She drops her mental shield, the better to explore this strange phenomenon further. As she does, Ben's worry for Midna brushes on her awareness - something not intense enough to be felt through the shield, but perfectly evident without it.

She finds herself tracing Midna's discomfort, trying to find the source. The blood and energy in her body seem to be flowing...abnormally. The balance of hormones is wrong. No, not wrong, exactly. Just geared up for something unusual, but still part of the natural process.

Something snaps Zhaan back to reality, and she pulls her hand away from Midna's frowning slightly. She wonders how much time has passed, although it doesn't seem to have been more than a microt, if that. "A feeling of fever and nausea," Zhaan says, paraphrasing the symptoms Ben told her about. "Do you feel anything else unusual? Have you experienced a change in appetite, perhaps?"

She nods solemnly, "I had some chicken broth earlier, but I didn't want it. Then bar gave me this noodle and sauce dish with balls of meat and this bread snack of sorts." Midna just shakes her head, "I have never had them before, but they were exactly what I wanted."

With a light sigh, she glances tiredly down at her hands in her lap, "I have been feeling tired as well. Tired and nauseous."

Ben rubs Midna's hand, tunring to the doctor a bit. "Plus the fever. What you think it is?" Oh, he also grins sheepshly. "And, I actually meant Midna's colors... prettier than a 'common human'." Zhaan is a nice sight too, but Ben knows better than to praise another woman around his princess.

"Either way, my advice still stands," Zhaan says. Because Ben's got to make sure everyone else knows exactly who he's paying his compliments to.

Zhaan checks the thermometer on Midna's forehead. "You said you have been feeling nauseous, and yet you had a good appetite. And you have not been so nauseous you were unable to keep your food down." The readout on the thermometer doesn't seem to be changing now: the color indicator has gone as far as it will go. "Hm. You do not have a fever," Zhaan observes. "I doubt this is due to a stomach virus."

Midna gives Ben a light smirk before looking back to Zhaan as it disappears. The misunderstood compliment already forgotten it seems.

"A strange appetite, but yes, one where I can keep my meals down." she frowns softly, "And I do not see how I could not have a fever. I feel warmer than usual."

"So, what is it?" Because now he is worried; it might be something really serious.

Zhaan's over at a supply drawer: she takes out a small rod in a plastic package. "I believe I know what it is, but I would like to confirm it." She hands the plastic-wrapped rod to Midna. "If you please, go into the bathroom, there, and urinate on the wider end of this wand." Zhaan's very matter-of-fact about this stuff. "Then bring it back out, and I will check the results."

Midna blinks at Zhaan before looking back down at the rod that is now in her hands for a moment. "Alright..." she answers confused. Never seeing one of these before, or what it is for that matter.

Wordlessly, Midna slides off of the edge of the bed and walks into the small bathroom. Closing the door behind her.

Ooh... somewhere, is the deepest recesses of Ben's mind, a coin starts a long downward trajectory. Because Ben can be clueless, but not THAT clueless.

Several minutes pass before the door opens again as Midna emerges. Closing the door behind her, she still look slightly confused.

The Princess gives the small plastic wand to Zhaan as she takes a seat on the bed again. Looking up at the doctor expectantly.

Zhaan looks at the indicator on the wider end of the little rod.

Two blue stripes. Just as she thought.

She smiles at Midna. "As I thought. You are with child." Her smile broadens a little, although she knows that this certainly wasn't planned on the couple's part, and is going to be complicated for both of them.

But they're going to have to live with it. And she can help them start by encouraging them to treat their coming child as a blessing, not a burden. "Congratulations."

Look Ben stunned. Stunned, Ben, stunned. At least he is not flailing. Yet.

But let's wait and see...

Midna blinks in surprise. Her words parting to say something, though words seem to be lost for a brief moment before she finds her words. "With child. You mean I am... expecting?"

She glances down at her stomach as she places a hand on her tummy. "I will... have a child?"

"If all goes well, yes," Zhaan says, smiling. Meanwhile, though, she's watching Ben out of the corner of her of her eye, because she fears he will either faint or have a hysterical episode.

Nah, Ben just flails a bit. Flail, Ben, Flail. "Me... Midna... we... Gah. Buh. Baby. We."

Ladies and gentlemen, Ben's brain has left the building.

With a hand still on her stomach, Midna glances up at Ben with a gentle smile, "Yes, baby. It is usually known as a child."

She frowns as she bites the corner of her lip, concerned, "Are you, alright Ben?"

Zhaan lays a hand on Ben's shoulder, without saying anything. She's one of those people who has the ability to calm with a simple, gentle touch.

Not that it's going to erase Ben's anxiety. But she hopes it will make him face it more rationally.

"Ah." Brain is still on vacation, but he does calm down. "Ah." Breath deep, Ben, breathe deep. Gather yourself, you can do it.

You have to forgive him, it's his first time being a parent.

Midna's shoulders relax some, though the frown of concern still lingers. She reaches out and takes a hold of his hand in her slender fingers. Giving his hand a reassuring squeeze.

"It will be all right," Zhaan says. "There is a book in the office detailing the measures you should take to keep yourself healthy during pregnancy, and how your partner can help you through it." She gives Ben a significant look. The best way for him to get over being scared is to get in and do something. "For other matters...that is up to the two of you."

Its Midna's touch that brings him back. ben startles a second, then he realizes where he is, and his mind more or less wrap around what is happening. He draws Midna into a nice, tight hug, loving and protective. "Midna..."

The soft smiles returns to her lips as she relaxes in his arms. Holding him back for a long moment before gently pulling away. Midna's sunset eyes turn to Zhaan with a appreciative smile, "Thank you for your help. Honestly, I, I do not know how we are going to do this quite yet."

She nods, "I would love to look through his book. And hopefully, we can find the next step to take now."