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He didn't hear the first call of his name, the scholar bent over his desk and scribing quickly in the neat, copperplate script that he used for his translations. It was like trying to talk to a child who was intent on a game... and even the second call didn't reach his ears. On the third, however, something managed to break through his reverie and one furred ear swivelled towards the door. "Aranea?" he asked, wincing as he straightened himself up and felt the bones of his back slide back into place with a series of resounding cracks.

Getting to his feet, he moved to the door, opening it and looking out in both directions. "Aranea??" He called, moving off in the direction he thought he'd heard her in.

THAT time, he heard her. Racing down the hall, Feles nearly tripped over her as he rounded the corner. "Aranea..." he murmured, seeing immediately that she was in distress and moving to scoop her up into his arms.

No, I will NOT mention that she's getting too heavy for this, he thought to himself as he gritted his teeth and carried her towards his quarters. "Hang on, I'll get you settled. What's happening..." he asked, half anticipating the answer, but also not quite sure if he was right. Was it time for the baby to be born?? How long did it normally take?

The scholar realised a bit belatedly that he had left a few necessary bits out of his research.

"Claw at me all you like, I'm certain I'll have wounds to spare by the time this is over," he murmured, VERY thankful that he hadn't closed the door to his quarters. At least this way, he wouldn't have to figure out how to open the door AND get her inside. He paused only momentarily as he looked at the stark white furs of his bed and let out a faint whine in protest. Still, it was the only protest he made before laying her on the bed and trying to get her comfortable. The furs would be destroyed... or at least badly enough off that he'd be spending the better part of DAYS getting them clean.

Oh well. He was pretty certain some of his own blood would be decorating it in addition to hers.

He'd been researching the labour and delivery as best he could, but most of the tomes he'd found dealt with HUMAN birth. He only hoped that they were similar enough. "Count for me," he said, his voice taking on a clipped tone as he moved to gather up the clean cloths he'd laid aside just for this occasion. "Tell me how long in between the pains?" It would give her something to concentrate on, at least.

The moment she stopped counting, Feles moved to her side, bringing a damp cloth to her face and patting at the thin sheen of sweat that had formed there. "I think we should start looking for that healer," he murmured, his free hand moving to rub gently along her belly. He all but ignored the remark about the knife, KNOWING that she didn't need a weapon.

"Hang the covers, I'll deal with them later," he said, smiling faintly and trying to keep his voice reassuring. "Right now, the only thing I'm worried about is you."

"Soon," he whispered, leaning in to kiss her gently. He reached up then, handing her a rolled up wad of cloth. "Bite this if you have to. I'm going to get the healer. I'll be back in five minutes, whether I have her or not."

With that, he darted out of the room, moving at the speed only a cat could manage.

Nox led the two forward. Further research had indicated that both Tanith and Lenore were possible kithain for two of her Moon Court, and so she had brought them forth to Tir Nan Og with only the most brief of explanations. Something was afoot-- she could feel it in the air...but all the better that she was now finding two more to bring her people back into existence.

"Tell me, do you feel a pull in a certain direction?" she asked of them both.

Aranea lay there, counting the seconds between contractions, her mind drifting away as she recalled the time before she was a large lump being tortured by her child within.
'I hope you are having fun..' she said, scowling at the bump. If only she had thought to have a laudanum mixture ready, but she had not trusted her memory to make it without a mistake, and she would rather not die due to being muddleheaded.