Cairbes screamed into the vine and pushed as much as she could. Come on, Mikka. Come out. She heard a sound in the house and was instantly alert, an inferno spell at the tip of her tongue. She spat the bath vine out of her mouth and c****d her ear towards the open doorway. Her tipped ears twitched in anxiety. Then she heard Duvendir's voice call through the house.
"Mother?"
She sighed in relief. "Duven… Bathroom…" she managed to shout back.
Soon, he was standing at the doorway, looking scared. Labour was definitely not something a 17-year-old was supposed to see. His eyes stared widely at the bathtub, with the purple pool of water and blood lapping around Cairbes' body.
"Mother, how can I help?" he asked bravely.
Cairbes' heart swelled as she looked at her teenage boy. He'd grow
