Caricature of intimacy

The pain of labour was a prison for her mind. In that jail cell of fear and confusion the time passed without her being able to keep track. Her stomach tightened, she heard her own sobs of pain without being aware of making any of them. "You came." she panted towards the ashen woman. She laid still as the ginger was administered to her and tried her best to chew upon the herb her dear friend provided, waiting for the agony to subside.

A second contraction came that dominated the autumn babe entire being. In those moments, for those seconds that stretched into infinity, there was nothing else. When the pain passed it was only for a minute or so and she breathed with closed eyes, unwilling to re-engage with life outside of her own body. The room might as well have been empty for all the awareness she had, though the babe caught the quick and rushed scent of Eulogy and wondered for a mere nanosecond what the servant was doing here, she was not sure but she could swear that her throat gave small growls the moment the scent hit her, a protectice mechanism for she was in her most vulnerable state that she had even been and in her mind anyone else was a threat to her beloved new born heathens. Yet even when they did talk, touch, gain her attention she found it so hard. To reply she had to find herself from the deepest recess of her own mind and drag herself forward, to use her voice, open her eyes. Her whole organism was screaming at her, it was telling her that is was time, time to push. "Hannibal." she panted, sobbed. She wanted to tell him, tell him that there is a chance their pups might not survive without an actual healer. "Our spawns...they.." With a guttural grunt she pushed with all the strenght left in her reptilian bodice; ripping, tearing open, flesh on flesh, one push was enough. Without any further effort one of the devil spawns slid onto her elongated tail, that was deliberatly placed under her frame, between her back limbs. There was elation, a girl at last, and in seconds she was there, eyes closed, blind, crimson liquid covering her tiny frame.
"Speech"