a few more than expected (BIRTH)

Álarr was on his way back to Fireside. He had another pack full of herbs to dry and use for making tinctures and more. It had been a long journey and he could feel exhaustion starting to settle in his bones. It had just been him and Brynhildr. Afi had opted to stay behind in order to organize what they currently had in their stores. The cat had heard the call of the raven and as soon as he spied Álarr he passed on the message.

In all honestly Álarr wasn't sure what to do. He had never really helped in a birthing. He'd been given lessons on the topic of course but it was not an area of focus. His skills focused more on battle wounds and illnesses. Ásvor was far more skilled as a general healer. She had years of experience that he lacked but alas she wasn't here. She had passed on and he would just have to try his best. He did not feel confident. Alfrún was advanced in age. Far older than he thought could conceive and she had been ill with a bizarre new illness not weeks before.

With a sigh he collected a mix of herbs and items and moved to visit Alfrún's den. He caught the scent of Jupiter and cleared his throat. "Alfrún? May I come in? Are you well?"