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Reverie would have agreed very much with Jakoul's sentiment regarding what followed: it was not nice at all.
She wasn't sure when she started to panic. She only knew that it was happening, that Jakoul was suffering and there was nothing she could do and she could not bear to look at it or hear it or —
You have to calm down. You have to be present.
Was that her own voice, or another? Reverie couldn't tell. But she remembered how to breathe, and her eyes focused again and saw blood and mess and — oh! There: impossibly tiny and dark and so very still. New life. A daughter, Jakoul's daughter. Why was she so still? Reverie swept forward to nose the dark pup, her heart still drumming painfully in her throat. She could hardly think.
Nothing was wrong. Or at least, she looked fine. Was it internal? Was she malformed, destined for death? Reverie felt the panic swell again, and bumped her nose hard against the girl's chest. In outrage the newborn stuck all four legs out, drew in a deep breath, and coughed.
Oh, thank the Mother.
If she thought that was the end of her worries, Reverie was about to be very disappointed. The next was a boy, just as dark and beautiful and silent as his sister. He breathed, but Reverie was concerned. She checked him over once, twice, a third time! But finally she let him settle at Jakoul's side, eyeing the pair warily every few moments.
So quiet, like shadows sliding into existence with the setting of the sun.
The third was a mirror of his siblings, but his soft snorts soothed Reverie's worry. She let him settle without much fuss, and instead took to checking over Jakoul. There was so much blood. Distantly Reverie felt sick; dizzied. But this was not about her. That was the thing about being a healer. It couldn't be about her, and so she was reminded again of why this was not her job anymore. More than anything she wanted comfort.
She wanted Lestan.
Instead she pressed a weary kiss to Jakoul's forehead. They're beautiful, Jakoul. All of you are, Reverie cast a slightly awed glance over the silent trio. Should I - get Akavir and Arric? Lestan had said these children were theirs, right? For the first time Reverie allowed herself to really think about the logistics of that, and found she did not want to. So she pushed the thought away as if it never existed at all.