Noctisardor Bypass non na throu daun gon ai

praimfaya takes deep breaths in attempt to calm herself, to wait out the pain. it passes after what feels like an eternity; it barely gives her enough time to register mahler's appearance. frostbound gaze seeks him out; the shadow of him. a soft grunt is given. uh, she pauses, draws in a breath and swallows hard. does all over count? the commander asks in a weak attempt at humor. i think they're coming. she says again just as another contraction hits her. she grits her teeth, trying to get comfortable — a futile attempt.