Sun Mote Copse A Child Has Been Born into the World

Ar-Khalba appeared, but his eyes did not seek Asherah, they flew to the tiny bodies at her side. His attentions to the children pleased her, his voice was soft as he commented upon them. She beamed again, nodding her head as her eyes fell to the blessings. "We have been blessed, Ar-Khalba. Let me intro-" It was here that Bastian's foreign voice entered the den. She felt a twinge of irritation at the interruption, that the doctor had come without being called for. Eshmun and Ar-Khalba could be allowed, she could suppress her desires to growl. Bastian was too new, however, and while she was undoubtedly interested in learning more of the male, a low growl worked up her throat in warning. She would not let him be tempted into entering any further.

"Your presence is appreciated, but your skills are not required here, doctor." She fought to make her tone more cordial, but couldn't keep all of the bite from it. "Now is time for family, you will meet the young soon enough." She felt possessive over her children as a whole, over her Bachir and the precious moments he had left. Her point was clear, she was asking him to leave entirely.

Her eyes flicked to Ar-Khalba, a tad stonier than before, a mite of her joy paled in the face of her irritation. She waited to hear the steps recede, waited to be sure the doctor would leave...and would leave completely. She'd not have anyone lingering outside her den. Her gaze said as much to Ar-Khalba, and that if the male lingered she wished him to be removed.