Redtail Rise fairy-land

The Wealda’s answer confused Masquerade at first. She glanced at Ashlar, wondering why he should need her help. He wasn’t pregnant. He was a man. She felt a lump of disappointment in her throat but was determined not to let it show in front of her superiors. She didn’t speak, just nodded her acknowledgement of her mother’s words. They were law.

When the Hǣlend spoke, she swallowed and turned an ear toward him, though her gaze fixed on her own forepaws. When she parsed his words, however, she looked up quite rapidly and blinked at him. Her eyes cut to Avicus, then back to Ashlar, as—oh! She suddenly realized what her dam had meant: Masque could help Ashlar help Avicus.

Yes, yes, I will do whatever you need, Masque said, her relief and gratitude so great that her eyes shone a little, whatever they need. Her eyes pinned to the Wealda’s great belly, then drifted up to her chin as she tacked on, Anything.