could you not? {{ birthing

He felt like a silent observer, not really knowing what was going on. He just laid against her, humming and nuzzling her as Starling and Harmony both came in. He eyed both his son and his sister with such pride in his eyes, as they spewed out some healer crap. He just went on singing with Starling's encouraging looks. He switched over to Italian, hearing that Wren settled into the language most likely out of comfort. "Piccolo, quando si gioca, non pagano l'attenzione quello che dicono. Lasciate brillare gli occhi e lo splendore, mai una lacrima, bambino mio." He sand on, trying to keep the worry out of the thickness of his voice. This seemed worst that last time, and the panicked look rising in his features. She had to be okay, she had to make it. She would, right? He tried to catch either one of the healer's gaze, finding that he needed more comfort than Harmony's soft lick.

"Speech"
'thoughts'