I'm here and I'm feeling fearless [Birthing]

She'd graciously accept the offered trillium when Aranea entered her den. "And you're certainly a welcome sight, especially when you come baring gifts," the ebony woman joked as she reached for the trillium. It was good to have someone here, at least so she knew she wasn't entirely isolated as contractions sent pain shooting through her body.

"Thank you," Razi said softly, nosing gently at the squirming puppies before looking up at the pale woman. It was chance that she looked up in time to see the very faint shine of a tear on the other woman's cheek. The sight was curious, yes, in fact it quite easily piqued her interest. This woman seemed to have more going on beneath the surface, and while Razi wouldn't press she was understandably interested. For now she'd simply fix Aranea with a gently questioning gaze before moving on. "Hm, I think I've settled on-" Just then Ashiel entered and Razi would pause to smile warmly at him.

"I'm doing reasonably well. You're just in time, I was about to tell Aranea what they'll be named." Moving the children to a more visible spot she would point to each in turn with her muzzle as she said, "The girl will be Seiran, and the boy will be Shilah." She hoped they would grow to be strong, prime examples of the abraxas line. Right now their fur was simply dark and pale smudges, and they were helpless as could be. Such a contrast from the adults they'd likely grow into.