It wasn't an obvious change, at first. But Cal began noticing that Solus was slowly getting more withdrawn, and there were...cracks of a sort that were starting to appear in his skin. Every time she asked him about the cracks, he was both defensive and evasive. Any answer she got about it was so convoluted she couldn't make heads or tails of it, and that was even when she could get an answer out of him.
Sighing, she looked to the man she had married as she fidgeted with the wedding band on her finger slightly, debating if she should make another attempt at asking. Finally deciding against it, she stepped close to him, gently brushing her hand against one of the fine cracks that had started to form on his cheek. "I wish you would tell me what's going on," she said, carefully tracing it with her thumb; the glow illuminated her skin, adding just another concern on the woman who was expecting their first child.