Vianna could read the sympathy on her husband's expression as he gave a soft 'Aw, gem' before his arms wrapped around her in a way that was rather comforting for the girl, that actually made her feel a lot better than she had expected to. But that was just the way it usually worked; whenever his arms were around her she always felt a thousand times better, it was something that never failed. The girl was quiet, though, and listened quietly and attentively as the boy now standing behind her spoke, explaining to her that this nausea wasn't supposed to last forever, that he believed it was just her body getting used to the different hormones, that they should probably look it up. "That's probably wise..." the young girl muttered softly, though at the moment she wasn't really feeling up to doing much reading and research. She felt strangely and unusually tired, just worn out from this illness that only seemed to get worse rather than better. "I think maybe I'll go back to the doctor tomorrow... he'll tell me what's going to be happening from now on," the young girl decided softly, her brows then furrowing slightly as she seemed to realize something. "That is, if you don't mind watching over the bookstore by yourself again... I'm sorry, Professor. If you'd rather I go with you, I'll just make an appointment for another day," said the young girl, suddenly a little worried that she was neglecting her job like this (even if it was just a family job and it's not like she was letting down a boss or something).