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Aresenn stirred at her side, instincts snapping him instantly awake. He roused, eyeing Absinth's writhing form with a frown etched deep into his features. It was not the first night she had been restless- not anywhere close. But tonight it seemed different- her discomfort taking on a more visceral and guttural attack. He shifted, his large, muscled form stretching out in the den as he turned his attention to her. He stood, having no need for words as he observed the scene unfolding before him. The sight of her was one of both beauty and dread; Absinth, pregnant with their offspring and laboring under the weight of her own resolve.

Initially, Aresenn remained silent, not sure of what he could say or do. His eyes swept over her in a calculating manner, noting the grimace of pain that flashed across her features with each contraction. Brows furrowed in frustration at his own helplessness, he paced alongside the edges of the den to ensure he wasn’t in her way, his heavy footfalls echoing in the enclosed space as he tried to shove the lingering sleep aside. “Do you need Caedes?” He asked lowly, breaking the tense silence with his growl-like voice, offering to fetch the healer on their behalf. He knew Absinth was strong, but childbirth was uncharted territory for both of them, and he didn't want to take any risks.

"Aresenn Praetor"