[birth] holding the weight of your world
ft hanni, lucretia, etc
this was the worst pain she had ever felt in her life and she didn't need people bickering about her presence here while experiencing it. Hannibal shot back at one of the women, the one helping her birth, with a note of finality. she breathed a sigh of relief - but probably knew shit would go down later - and shot him a grateful look. the healer lady pushed something toward her to chew on, and the dwarf took it in her mouth. but she soon grit her teeth and let out a loud gasp as another pup slid out.
she heard the first was a boy, but she didn't know what this one would be. how many pups would she be birthing, even? it wasn't like the Hjarrandi had access to a healer during her time in captivity. hell, they hadn't even checked on her until Hannibal and Thoren bargained her freedom. so if the band had access, Dutch admitted that they hadn't even cared what happened to her or her children. it was still a fresh, open sore to her that would take some time to heal. the pups were crying by now, covered in the wetness of their birth still. she felt another contraction, but she hissed and prepared herself before the last one would reveal itself.
and with mighty sharp pain, the last pup slid to the earth. there was immediate release as she rolled her head back and panted heavily. done. it was all done now. spitting out the herbal bundle now that it was done, she'd turn to try and look at her pups. "g...give them here" they felt so far away right now, on the other end of her small body. unfurling her stomach, she lay flat out of instinct so her kids could be taken to her for feeding and cleaning.
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