Archer teleported back into the Moon Elf's chamber, his heart pounding as the midwives bustled around. The air was thick with tension, the sharp scent of herbs and sweat mingling in the dimly lit room.
When seeing all this, he thought curiously. 'They are taking their jobs serious, Ella found good people.'
He quickly noticed Hecate's labor had intensified, each contraction seeming to grip her with a ferocity that surpassed even Sia's harrowing birth. His brow furrowed, and his hands clenching at his sides as he watched her face contort in pain.
'Why is it worse now?' he thought as panic welled up.
Fear gnawed at him, deeper than before, as memories of Sia's ordeal flashed through his mind. Every strained breath Hecate took seemed to pull at his own, his worry mounting with each passing moment.
