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26.Jun.13, 03:46 AM
Ryvian did his best to be the helpful friend he had promised to be by doling out the fellis, fixing the leather strap when it looked like it was slipping whether Indivara accidentally did it or not, and let his hand be used as something to grip and channel her pain through. He also did his best to be a cheerful and supportive friend by being polite to the Healer, not punching V’ler for being a horrible partner, and for keeping an upbeat look on things. He wouldn’t call it babbling, but his mouth did move a lot as he told Indivara stories about what he got up to in recent times or how Tryst got his head stuck in a jar and fogged it up from all of his angry chitterings. Childbirth was something he had completely zero experience in but Ryvian was going to make it the best one either of them had attended!
Thankfully it didn’t last nearly as long as some of the horror stories the women had told him. Ryvian wasn’t sure any of them would make it through. His energy was waning, V’ler looked sick, and Indivara looked drained and no doubt they all worried about her physical condition and if the delivery would do damage. When the baby was finally presented, Ryvian’s face lit up in a large smile, laughing at his friend’s statement that it looked like the father.
He wasn’t quite sure when he had done it either, but it was only when Indivara slumped into his lap that Ryvian realized he was sitting on the bed and lazily brushing his friend’s damp hair away from her face. “You did well, kid,” he whispered, still doing his best to be encouraging. Ideally, the situation never would have happened but since it did, there wasn’t a point in pretending otherwise and praise after all of that pain and time was needed.
When V’ler unsurprisingly denied holding Varlea, Ryvian held out a hand and motioned for Par’a to place it with Indivara and him. She seemed mostly asleep but a glance at her brat before passing out was something she should have!
Thankfully it didn’t last nearly as long as some of the horror stories the women had told him. Ryvian wasn’t sure any of them would make it through. His energy was waning, V’ler looked sick, and Indivara looked drained and no doubt they all worried about her physical condition and if the delivery would do damage. When the baby was finally presented, Ryvian’s face lit up in a large smile, laughing at his friend’s statement that it looked like the father.
He wasn’t quite sure when he had done it either, but it was only when Indivara slumped into his lap that Ryvian realized he was sitting on the bed and lazily brushing his friend’s damp hair away from her face. “You did well, kid,” he whispered, still doing his best to be encouraging. Ideally, the situation never would have happened but since it did, there wasn’t a point in pretending otherwise and praise after all of that pain and time was needed.
When V’ler unsurprisingly denied holding Varlea, Ryvian held out a hand and motioned for Par’a to place it with Indivara and him. She seemed mostly asleep but a glance at her brat before passing out was something she should have!
