Sayuri was really feeling it now.
She was a whale.
No, she was two whales.
The days were spent at home, resting and she felt bored out of her mind.
She was used to being active, running or fighting, and doing all sorts of stuff.
Now, she was just this bloated whale shuffling along. She wasn't even waddling anymore. She just moved her feet.
Kyle had been great, of course.
He was always supportive, always giving her massages, doing everything she asked without complaint and even kept telling her she was beautiful.
Added to that, he had been even more attentive than ever.
Sometimes, she thought she even caught him studying her intensely for some reason. When she asked why, he said it was nothing and was merely thinking while looking in her general direction.
