“It looks like you’re ready, and so is the little one,” said the midwife, straightening. “Do you feel any urge to bear down?”
Harun closed his eyes, his body tensing, and let out a low grunt. “Yeah.”
“Good, good. Keep doing that. You can move around if you want, too, or change position. I know many shifters prefer to be up on all fours. Some humans too, for that matter.”
Harun made another vague grunt of agreement, then tensed again, pushing. Kelwyn found himself twisting his fingers through Harun’s mane, not so much soothing Harun as expressing his own tension. He’d heard horror stories about death during childbirth. The midwife was a minor healer, and she seemed cheerful about this all, but Kelwyn couldn’t help but worry.
“How long is this part gonna take?” Kelwyn asked.
“Well, labor takes time, so it’s likely to be at least an hour. I could be much longer, though if it’s more than a day we’ll need to send for a healer who can take out the child surgically.”