Morningside Cuesta the british are coming! (they might be a while)

Day bit his tongue so that he wouldn't try to tell her to just listen to Krypton, damnit. That wouldn't get them anywhere, and besides - she looked fine. She looked healthy and awake and alert, and maybe a little tired, but that was to be expected, wasn't it?

After a deep breath, the male allowed some of his tension to slip away. She was fine. Krypton knew how to help her. She was fine. Nothing bad would happen.

All that went out the window at her wince of pain. The male half-stood, a wary growl ticking in his throat. What's going on? he wanted to ask, but common sense saved him from possibly being snapped at. She was going into labor. This was expected; this was good. Slowly, Grayday padded forward, offering his shoulder to lean against as he bent his neck to nibble at the base of hers.

"I gotchya," he muttered, not really aware of what he was saying, but figuring he ought to say something as he watched her shift uncomfortably through the contraction.