The tiny healer was well settled into the den now. The enclosed space had begun to seem a little less like it was closing in, with the touches of home. Some lavender hanging near the door, offering a homely, calming scent. The scent of Pyr from where he had come and gone, and that of Malalia. The apprentice healer she had begun to teach shortly before finding out she was pregnant. She was glad for the assistance, helping others with pregnancies was a far cry from enduring your own. Her own pregnancy she was still a bundle of nerves at the thought. These kids tied her to Pyrrhic, to his world. They were kids of her own, and was she really ready to be a mother? Apparently nature didn’t give two licks either way, because motherhood was about to be her new world. She knew she was close, her due date had passed. She had begun to experience uterine contractions, and would begin to paint as the first waves of pain hit her. “Malalia, dear, can you pass the mild pain relief?” she wouldn’t go for anything stronger, she wouldn’t risk hurting the kids. Just something to take off the edge of the contractions. She and Malalia had organised an array of supplies set up in preparations for the day. Grease, in the case of an emergency, blood clotters, and the skins she lay on. The mild pain relief was one she had talked Malalia through the making of, leaving most of the ingredients up to the other healer, and overseeing its making. "Riva" & "Pyrrhic"

When the petite healer asked for her help with the birth, Malalia had been flustered and honored all at once. It wasn't all too different from her feelings when her father had made her Reaper, and neither was her attitude about it. She'd buckle down, study her butt off, and trust that all her hard work up to now would support her, and most importantly, Riva. Because this wasn't about her own anxieties, this wasn't even about the first time she would assist with a birth (which, to be fair, was pretty freaking amazing). This was about Riva. So she'd put away her own doubts and had been as attentive as she could be. Poor Riva. The woman was already dealing with the ordeal that was labor and childbirth. Mayyybe she didn't need a fretful mother hen in the form of Malalia, asking every five seconds whether she was alright or if she needed anything. Her eyes were closed, and she was steadily breathing in the scent of lavender when Riva called for her. "Yes!" Almost tripping over her paws, she fetched the pain relief she'd concocted and passed it over to the woman, brows furrowing slightly. "How are you feeling?" "Speech"

Riva began to count the time between her contractions, and she knew the babies weren’t far off now. She accepted the medicine, biting back a groan of pain as she felt the babies push against her. This was it, it was time. Prepared or not to be a mother, the little ones were about to arrive. Pyr was out hunting, and she didn’t think he would be back in time to experience the joy of this. It was just her and Mal, and she was very glad for the company.

The time between the contraptions lessoned, she felt the force of a baby against her pelvic. “Here they come Malalia, be ready to catch them” her voice was more a groan then she would have liked. She was panting, and sweet coated her body. They had placed furs near her in preparation for this, so that Malalia could use them to catch the babies as they came.

Ooc: The first is a little girl if you want to have Mal examine her