Call the Ambulance

To say Starling was a little freaked out was a very large understatement. He had never experianced such a thing! He was supposed to attend Motif's birthing but he had missed it somehow. So when Arian invited him to learn before they even arrived to Sonticus, Starling couldn't disagree. It was something that he couldn't entirely turn down. Birthing was a great experiance for the boy, and he knew he had to learn. The only way to really become a master was to learn everything, right? But he never ever imagined anything like this! God, he felt for his mother now. She really was the strongest woman he had ever met. So when Arian gave him a quick lesson before the birthing, Starling had tried to learn as best as he could...but good lord it all fled from his brain the moment the contractions started.

He'd whimper nearly silently, trying to figure out where to stand, what herbs to use and what to even really do. "Bontà, cosa devo fare?" He asked, his tongue fluid in his favorite language as he tried to remember what she had taught him. He'd clench his jaw slightly, looking up at Arian before he turned towards the pile of herbs. "A-arian. M-motherw-wort or T-trillum f-for the p-pain?" He asked, trying to steady his voice. But the stress almost made his stuttering worse.

"Burn Baby Burn"
"Italian"