Noctisardor Bypass [m]istletoe has moved into the lampshades

heda wanted to further comfort her sister, to say something foolish like 'it will be over soon.' but she knew now to understand that births could be anything but quick, and thus wisely kept quiet on that front.
"then it's just you and me," heda smiled in spite of herself, hugging a rawboned arm around druid's shoulders.
she could do with a break herself, feeling she'd annoyed glaukos enough to let her kids fall from his favor. theirs, she reminded herself, needing to say it, to think it, until this was real.
she crossed the den only to pick up the fish and a mouthful of water-soaked moss, offering them both to her sister as she leaned spine against the wall and opened her arms to hold the laboring mother.
"i can't wait to meet them, druid."