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Eljay worried. He always worried when there was a birthing. Today, though, he worried in particular. He fussed and hovered as his daughter came closer and closer to giving birth, stayed close, provided her with what he could. He stayed through the last few nights, nearby, ready to tend to whatever she needed. When the time came to give birth, he was there for her, assisted with the birth to what degree Chickadee allowed him to. Thankfully the birthing went well. As the first child was born, Eljay smiled softly at its name — and likewise for the second. You are doing so well... I'm proud of you, he murmured to his daughter. He gave some more breathing space after the third was born and the birthing was over, without any complications as far as he could tell. He nodded at Kivaluk and took some distance, stiffly walking over to Maia and nuzzling her cheek lovingly.

Grandchildren. They were perfect. He could hardly wait to teach them about the world.