for all the things my hands have held the best by far is you [birth]

As soon as Archon heard the howl, he and Obi sprang into action. Obi grabbed the small vial of sweet smelling oils he planned to use to anoint the mother to be and the pups as soon as they received their names. Archon wasn't totally sure what to do. he knew some healing, but he knew Belle had her own crew to keep her company. As soon as Obi was ready, Archon practically dragged the primate to the scene.

When Archon arrived, he wasn't out of breath, but he was breathless. He kept himself stoic and calm in front of the others, thanking God that it wasn't just him and Belle where all of his true emotions and worries would be able to surface. Archon made his way towards the group and spoke in hushed tones. "Belle, how are you handling?" he asked half to Deathbelle and half to her attendants. "Obi brought the anointing oils, whenever you feel ready for that."

Oh, how Archon wished he could curl up to the woman who had captured his heart. To tell her she was strong and to comfort her through her pain. He yearned to take away the unpleasantness from her and to deliver it onto mortals beyond her care. But, still, he stood, quietly. A professional force in front of those Belle held dear.