Rain trotted toward the call with Fauldr at his side, his bags resting on his back. Some healers toted that herbs like ginger would help the labor pains to ease inflammation but rarely took the necessary steps of soaking the woman in water heated with ginger rather than having them eat it. It was a fool’s remedy, but Rain through his studies, had learned better. He had taken steps beforehand to ensure that the woman’s labor would be relatively easy, and had kept close track of the days since the pale woman had gone to him and had altered his prescriptions for her accordingly. Over the past few days he had given her devil’s claw; an herb used across the sea to aid in child birth. It didn’t seem to grow in Boreas but it thrived in the temperate Auster.
As he approached the woman, he slipped his bag from his back and wordlessly began to kneed his small paws between the base of her spine and her hip. The massage would help ease the early contractions but once the cubs entered the birth canal she would be on her own.
“How have you been Zinnia?” He asked with a small, charming smile. “Do you remember the breathing techniques I taught you?” He asked. There was a falseness to his smile and a blankness in his eyes; something that he had carried with him for the past few days but had addressed to no one. It was his own burden, he wouldn’t trouble anyone else with it.
This is him talking This is him thinking This is you
