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she fussed no more at tavina, doing as instructed. down on her side she went on the bed. loosely grooming herself from the stress and pain all of it alone.

the fuss and commotion of things beyond her room went unnoticed. although she did groan lowly for the departure of tavina. a short lived thing, but treva found herself unwilling to lose sight of the doctor for even a moment.

soon the swarthy sesh returned, this time with something cool for her face. treva allowed her eyes to shut, heavy breaths the only type of communication she could offer for now. the advice of the doctor did not slip entirely by her though.

listen to it.

and she would be damned if she did not. it would take time and it would not be a silent ordeal, but soon enough her listening would reward them. a child. a firstborn. she stared at it for a beat, as if opening the sac of it may be something akin to pandora's box. but whether it would be by her own doing or the doctor's, the first child would be freed.

a son.