The bondservant is second to arrive, but Leera pays no mind the the emaciated girl as she lingers awkwardly, away from the two women as she should. There is no sympathy in Leera's heart for the servant: this is a heirarchy and these sort of things are bound to happen. Either way, she's far too focused on the delivery of Nephthys' pups. She's pleased that the birthing woman takes the ginger without a fuss, swallowing the herb between fits of writhing and whimpering.
Next to arrive is Hannibal, the concerned father of the children, and Leera greets him with a short nod and a gentle smile. She moves to the side of Nephthys in order to allow him space. "I'm afraid not," she answers him, but her attention is fixed on the laboring woman. She nuzzles Nephthys' earthen fur. "What's left to do is to wait. Her body knows what to do."
Leera doesn't look up when the unmistakable scent of Tyranis rolls through the den. She knows he's watching, his stoic silhouette spotting in the corner of her vision -- after all, these are his Taskmaster's children. And then, it happens. In a heap of warmth and pain, the first child is born. Leera's heart squeezes, and she licks the pup gently as it rests upon her mother's tail. "A daughter," she announces, her voice filling the stillness of the den. But she knows there may very well be more.
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