well well well, if it isn't the consequences of our actions

Before she could let loose the tirade that seemed to be forming on the tip of her tongue, Jack flinched. A muttered expletive teetered before it fell from her maw, and she seemed dazed. Concern flitted over the celestial titan's features as he instinctively lurched a step closer. Carmine gaze drifted to her flanks, searching for the telltale shudder of contractions. He didn't smell the fluid of her water breaking quite yet, but that would not be far behind the first few contractions- if she was labouring. The golden fae admitted that she was in pain, the sentence punctuated by a quiet whine from deep in her chest. With an uncharacteristic tone of defeat, Jack demanded he make the pain stop. She waddled past him, giving the giant a chance to look her over up close.

The subtle flutter of the muscles around her middle confirmed his suspicions, and he knew it was time to get to work. All thoughts of what he was supposed to be doing in the future were set aside, and he adjusted the furs around Jack's labouring form. Bedside manner was not his specialty, so when she tossed her head to try and ward him off he mostly ignored it. "We can argue after the little ones are born," he grunted as he trundled towards his stores to search for any helpful herbs. He wasn't in the business of dealing with births, so he rarely kept the necessary herbs on hand. The common ones were easy enough, they had multiple uses, but he knew for a fact that his trillium was nearly gone. This would be a rough birth, for sure.

He turned away from his stock with a few parcels of herbs, setting them down near Jack's head. "Is this your first litter?" he asked softly, keeping his voice level while he unwrapped the little bundles. Yep, next to no trillium on hand. He'd have to make it work. With practiced ease, he slid a wooden bowl out from under a heavy fur behind him and tipped a skin of water into it. He'd soak the alfalfa before forcing it into Jack's mouth, so it wasn't so tough to chew. "I can't give you much for the pain, even if I had it. You need to feel the contractions in order to know when to push, once the time is right." Deion explained with the even-keeled ease of a practiced healer. He lifted his eyes to her face, searching for a glimmer of understanding behind the pain that glazed over her eyes.