mainland maternity ward

After having given Bourbon a pep talk about what a good father he would be, Iolaire made for the Shrine. Luce's time was near and helping in any way possible was the least that she could do for the sister and wife of two of her friends. The tiny healer packed her back full of essentials. She had created tinctures to aid with post-birth bleeding, had herbs for pain and calmness.

Picking her way through the land, Iolaire eventually made her way to the shrine. It didn't take her long to nose out the scent of the pregnant mother. Coming upon the resting form of Lucretia, the Armada healer called softly to her. "How are things, Luce? Bourbon sent me ahead in case you needed me." She instantly gave the woman a once over with her gaze. Luce looked in good shape. She could see her stomach undulating slightly, however. "Contractions? How far apart are they?"