Hushed Willows yes, i'm positive there's just one baby in there

Both were pretty, though the former name was a lot easier to remember. Aure, she repeated, smiling, and then scoffed as the other made mention of her mess. No need to be sorry, Lily assured her, her face creasing in a grin. I can't even tell you how many times I've been sick over the past moon. An unfortunate side effect to pregnancy, it seems.

The blackbird's eyes grew solemn, then, and she reached out to touch the woman's flank with her muzzle. Safe travels, she murmured. Come speak to me whenever you need. Perhaps, soon, our children can play together as well. That was a cheerful thought; she'd cling to that any time she needed a pick-me-up.

For now, she saw Aure off, waiting until the white pelt disappeared over the horizon before turning back to the willows, casting a jaundiced eye at the puddle of vomit and laughing ruefully.