Kit's Apartment
A shriek of fright escaped from the one-time-wick as the chair leg broke, the movement of the world around them leaving them with the horrible feeling that they'd lost their grip again. Except that they hadn't, the worldly wobble all the more disorientating because they were still in control - barely - although things were definitely loosened a bit in their fright. Their heart was fluttering for an entirely different reason now, the youth feeling a little ill because of the sheer anxiety that had just lanced through them. They laughed, an hysterical, nervous edge to it, the reason for it not something that Kit would be able to pick up on. He probably just thought that they'd gotten a bad fright from the chair; he wouldn't be entirely wrong.
The galdor seemed to find the whole thing very amusing and the raen fed on his mirthful energy, trying to absorb it quite desperately in fact because it might stop them from bawling their eyes out. Gods, this body could honestly be the most terrifying thing and they'd never realised how easy things had been before. They hadn't taken it for granted, effortlessly staying in the body they'd been born in because well... they hadn't known that there could be any other option.
Funnily enough, they had a feeling that Kit would be able to put them at ease about the matter. Unfortunately, it'd mean telling him. It'd also require him not to fling them away in disgust or horror if they told him. The mere thought of it sent a tremor through them although their companion might take it for a shiver.
The chair incident might have been amusing to Kit but it was deeply unfortunate for Shae. It gave them a chance to think. A chance to consider what it would be like to tell Kit that they'd been a man until fairly recently while he had a hand full of tit.
Clock the Circle, what were they doing? What were they doing to Kit? Stupid, selfish-
Somehow, they managed to keep a strong grip on the man while he shifted them to the table, legs holding onto him for dear life, flinching as the chair clattered to the ground. Their lips moved soundlessly, the raen searching for some sort of excuse, some way to put the brakes onto this encounter because well... they couldn't do this, could they? They wanted to certainly, at least in a physical sense especially as they'd gotten themself all wound up and they weren't alone in that but mentally? Gods, how could they make a decision like that?
Their gaze was a little blank when Kit posed his question, Shae still distracted and the choice of words slow to filter into their brain. Wick tea? Clock the Circle, that was such a galdori thing to say, wasn't it? They probably had a totally different name for whatever he was talking about but to a galdor, it was just labelled as 'wick'. They really were just-
Tea.
Sex.
The two together only came into play for one reason: to prevent pregnancy.
They'd grown up with a woman in the house, a woman who had sat him down and had words about certain matters, about respect and responsibility and all that. They'd seen their mother drink the bloody stuff, never thinking on it too deeply when they watched her drink it, especially when their father was about. That tea ended up being downed quite diligently when Jerrod was around but it wasn't something they'd wanted to think about the implications of because well... it was their mother. But they'd had lovers, seen them drink the stuff, but they'd always been wick or human because galdori women could just use magic to-
Oh gods!
Circle strike them dead again!
Kit was asking if they'd been- Their body was female so of course-
"I forgot that I could- How did I forget that- I almost had a baby! Well, I didn't b-b-bu-but-" the raen stuttered out, the words cut off by a wail of sound, utterly incoherent. Hands moved to their face, danced nervously up over their forehead, tangling in their hair, tearing at it as they whimpered and gasped. Their breath was coming too fast, chest heaving in and out more frantically as they started to hyperventilate.
Their growing panic was unsettling their mind, making their physicality wobble and that just made everything worse. It wasn't fair, none of this was fucking fair! Why couldn't they just have sex like a normal person and not have to worry about becoming pregnant? He couldn't even use magic on them because of her stupid allergy to the mona and they couldn't- gods, they couldn't deal with the prospect of being pregnant. A few short months ago, it had been a physical impossibility and now...
"Oh Kit!" they wailed and burst into ugly, hysterical sobs.