Duskfire Glacier Racing ahead, into the light

just gonna archive since this is ancient

He felt like an old man. Every joint popped, ached and scrubbed against their respective sockets each step. It was rather embarrassing and made him change gaits in hopes of alleviating the joints, but that only increased their frequency. Not to mention increase his pain. Accepting his hastened age due to the injury, Rye moved his attention back to the conversation. Lanes small glace didn't go unnoticed, for Rye was already doing much the same but without any thoughts closely following. Her sideways gaze caught him by surprise and Rye pretended to be staring at something off in the distance, though if his ruse worked, he wouldn't ever truly know.
Rye nodded with Lanes question, curious about that too. Adding, "Oh and what can I do to help ease the pain of labor or birth? Or would it be best to leave everyone alone?" He had heard stories from his own father about getting ejected from the den while his mother labored and Rye didn't want any part of that.