Chapter 732: Chapter 732: No, you usually act shamelessly. Today you are acting like someone stole your tail

Zyran and Cyrus stayed with her after that, and the room slowly became quiet again.

Outside, the winter wind was still brushing against the stone walls, and the soft white snow kept falling over the village as if the whole world had decided to stay cold and silent for one more day. Inside, however, the fire was still burning low, the furs were thick, and the air carried that warm heavy scent of a place where people had slept, worried, and refused to leave a pregnant female alone for even one proper breath.

Isabella was lying back against the piled furs, her hair a little messy around her face and one hand resting over her stomach. She still looked a bit weak from before, though not weak enough to frighten herself. To her, it simply felt like one of those bad moments her body had been giving her more often lately. She did not know what Zyran had sensed. She did not know what Cyrus had been hiding. She only knew that the two of them were acting just strange enough to irritate her.

Cyrus sat very close at one side of the bed, and even though he was trying his best to keep his face gentle, his eyes kept drifting toward her stomach in a way that made it obvious his thoughts were nowhere calm. Zyran was on the other side, his black hair loose around his face, his red eyes quieter than usual, and that alone was enough to make the whole room feel slightly wrong.

This was because Zyran quiet was never a natural thing.

So Isabella looked from one to the other and finally said, "Seriously though why are both of you looking at me like I already died and came back prettier?"

Cyrus’s eyes softened at once. "You do not look dead."

Zyran clicked his tongue and said, "Naturally not. You would still find a way to insult us from the afterlife."

Isabella stared at him. "That was supposed to comfort me?"

"It was honest."

She rolled her eyes and adjusted the fur over herself. "I feel fine."

That answer made both males go still for the smallest moment.

Because that was exactly the problem.

She did feel fine.

Or at least fine enough that she did not realize anything was wrong.

Cyrus lowered his gaze for one second, and the quiet guilt in him moved too clearly across his face. Isabella noticed the change at once.

"What?" she asked.

"Nothing," Cyrus said too quickly.

Zyran looked away toward the fire as if the crackling wood had suddenly become the most interesting thing in the room.

That only made Isabella more suspicious.

She narrowed her eyes and looked at them both again. "You two are acting very badly."

Zyran looked offended. "I always act beautifully."

"No, you usually act shamelessly. Today you are acting like someone stole your tail."

That almost made him smile, but only almost.

Cyrus reached for her hand then, and the movement came out so naturally that she did not even pull away. His fingers were warm, a little rough from work, and very careful in the way they held hers. He looked down at her hand first, then at her face, and said softly, "Does anything hurt now?"

She thought about it.

Then she shook her head. "Not really. I only feel tired."

Zyran leaned one shoulder against the stone wall near the bed and asked, "Are you dizzy?"

"No."

"Do you feel cold?"

"No."

"Hot?"

"A little."

His red eyes moved to her face again. "And your stomach?"

Isabella pressed her palm there lightly and made a face. "Heavy. Huge. Full of drama. The usual."

That made Zyran finally snort.

Cyrus’s mouth moved too, but his smile still looked troubled underneath.

Isabella caught it.

Then she sighed and said, "Seriously though can the two of you stop looking like this? I’m going to give birth soon, not die."

The words came out lightly.

Almost joking.

Still, the moment she said them, both males looked at each other.

Only for a second.

But that second was enough.

Isabella saw it immediately.

Her eyes sharpened.

"What?"

"Nothing," they both said.

That made her stare.

Actually stare.

Because now it was obvious.

There was something.

Something they did not want to say.

And that only annoyed her more because she hated it when people around her started exchanging meaningful looks over her own body as if she were not right there.

So she folded her arms and asked, "What are you hiding?"

Cyrus answered first this time, and his voice was too soft. "We are not hiding anything."

Zyran added lazily, "That is not entirely true. We are hiding the fact that you are being very annoying while lying there looking weak."

Isabella blinked at him. "Excuse me?"

"There he is," she muttered after one breath. "I was wondering where the real Zyran had gone."

That line finally made the corner of his mouth lift.

Good.

If he was being irritating again, then at least the world was returning to proper balance.

Cyrus looked at the two of them for a moment and seemed to make some decision in his mind. Then he squeezed Isabella’s hand once and said, "You need to eat."

She looked at him at once. "Right now?"

"Yes."

"I literally feel like I’m carrying a whole tribe inside me."

Zyran’s gaze drifted to her stomach and then back to her face. "You are carrying more danger than a whole tribe, but continue."

Isabella ignored him and looked at Cyrus again. He still had that worried softness around his eyes, and even though he was trying to hide it better now, she could still see it.

"What do you want to make?" she asked.

Cyrus blinked, then answered carefully, "What do you want to eat?"

She looked at him for a long moment.

Then she laughed softly and said, "See? That face. You’re worrying too much."

Cyrus tried to deny it. "I’m not."

"Yes, you are."

"No."

"Yes."