Ellie could tell Uriel not to be frightened all she liked; the angel had been scared even before hearing Ellie's tale, and now she was even more so. She was going to be careful, yes; that she didn't need to be told.

Warn Pestilence? How? Sure, she did care about him -- she loved him, despite everything that had happened. However, how could she find a way to warn him so that he didn't know the warning came from her? She didn't even know where he was at the moment. She would have to find a way, though. It had been because of her own stupidity that she'd got pregnant, and there was no way she could allow Pestilence to get hurt because of her. This far she had only feared for herself and her child; now she also had to fear for the man she loved.

She was not feeling well, not at all. Rising to shaking legs, she murmured a quiet thanks to Ellie -- what she was thanking her for, she wasn't exactly sure. For promising to keep her secret, perhaps -- or for the "cautionary tale".

Then, not bothering to be polite enough to say anything upon her departure -- besides, her usual wishes of the Presence would probably have been a grave insult to the demoness -- she hurried out of the library and towards her room. As soon as she got there, she went to the bathroom, throwing up everything she had in her stomach. Once she was done being sick, she stayed kneeled on the bathroom floor, sobbing helplessly.

What was she going to do?