Redhawk Caldera goldpearl

Chickadee fumbled over the words, and Eljay simply waited, patiently, for her to find them. He didn't want to pressure her, but he did want her to know that he was there for her, no matter what, and that she could ask for anything. He'd never felt embarrassment about these matters, himself; Eljay had assisted in enough births for that, even those of his own mother.

Finally she shared that she needed something for her chest. Eljay frowned thoughtfully, not immediately understanding, until he realised with a sharp intake of breath what she meant. He nodded, and said, Ah, yes — I'll bring something over for it tomorrow. He had imagined maybe she wanted something for pain, but this made sense, too. He would bring some herbs that he could chew up and put on the sore spots.

Eljay glanced at the children, just small blobs at this point, with so much growing ahead of them. He smiled down at Crane, as she wobbled her way towards him, leaned down, and touched his nose to her head. Hello, sweetie, he murmured softly, gently, in much the same way he had once to his daughter.