Sawtooth Spire Singing Oh my lord, she'll be the death of me

Ainhoa took an apprehensive step backward. Her eyes drew to thin slits, through which she observed the slight curve of the woman's abdomen. It was hardly noticeable, and had she not been looking for it, the bump might have gone unnoticed by even her trained gaze. Falling even lower, the sylph licked her lips in submission and opened her mouth to speak. 

I am the midwife, she explained, Wintersbane tells me there are pregnant women here. Ainhoa assumed that Wylla would either confirm or deny, so waited silently for either response.