Tell me it's real

Though she was sure she could conquer this, she was still afraid. Afraid of what whether her birth would be successful or not. She worried for herself, but even more for her children. Births could be as traumatic for the children as it could be for the mother; and though she feared what might happen to them if she didn't survive she had made Song vow he'd protect them with every fiber of his being and she believed he'd do just that. Trust didn't come easily to her but she had to believe in him and their future.

Kirsi took slow, steady breaths as Song called for someone and she waited. The contractions were only growing stronger and she felt her body tensing, though she willed it to relax as best as she could. She only nodded in acknowledgement to him, deciding speaking would be too strenuous. Instead of talking she had to focus on her pain and pushing through it. Thankfully it wasn't long before someone arrived. Kirsi cast her a glance, recognizing her even if her brain couldn't focus on anything for longer than a moment. In a different moment she would've been more grateful, but she could only clench her jaw as another contraction shook her. It was hard to shake the sudden surge of protectiveness that washed over her; she had no doubt she'd be practically feral if anyone tried to touch her newborn children but she had to remind herself that Yurei was here to help her, nothing else.

She wasn't sure how long she lay there, pushing tightly against Song for comfort as the pain grew worse and worse. Seconds dragged into minutes - and then she was sure hours began to pass before the pain grew too strong to bear. At least, she feared it would be if something didn't happen soon. Her head was fogged with pain and worry and fear and a million other things all at once and then suddenly, relief - a small child, a girl, writhing against her. She fought back a snarl of pain as she braced herself for the next child, nearly blinded with pain. She hoped Yurei would see to the first child and closed her eyes, knowing she might not be able to handle the sight of another handling her child.