Northstar Vale and the walls kept tumbling down

Of everything Delight could have said, that— that was the worst. Pregnant? It slipped out of him quietly, his eyes wide; he caught himself just in time to mask it as neutral surprise. Pups. There were going to be— he felt nauseous, but he couldn't show it. In that moment, he didn't care whose they were (though Alarian was quickly learning there was always a reason when his friend did not elaborate) because their presence would hurt all the same—
But then he had to. Um— He paused, swallowed, reaching for something to say. I have some experience— with birth, and newborns, if she... needs someone there. Queenie hadn't seemed very old, either, now that he thought about it; it was easier to think of her almost clinically. It can be difficult the first time. Too difficult, for some. He didn't bother asking if he was correct, or even questioning his assumption— he wanted to stop thinking about this as soon as possible.
I'll uhh... let you get things sorted with Tindómë, then. Alarian decided, and fled before Delight could stop him.