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Hemlock gave a nod at the request, quiet as she touched her muzzle gently to Lotte's side to feel the intensity of the contractions as they came. "It will be soon," Hemlock lamented, knowing that it would be time to push and there would be sensations new to both of them. Hemlock could not help her through them but she could hope that things would progress as quickly and safely as possible. She gave a soft whine when the first child was born without a breath, once Lotte had drawn it close and saw it Hemlock took extreme care as she nosed its stomach, pressing in gentle quick bursts to see if she could rouse a breath. "It happens frequently even in the most idealistic pregnancies." Hemlock lamented. 

"We will honor this life even with its siblings." Hemlock said softly, watching the Banrion. She kept out of the way, eyes flitting from the form of the dark mother down to the little form of the dark child. If there was a motion, if there was any change, she would have seen it quick. It was possible, but she did not expect it. "Try not to fight the feeling, if you can, when the next wave comes push with it." Hemlock instructed - but nature would pace it quickly, it would do as it would and Hemlock wished she could take that pain for her.