“I know that you're scared, but the baby is coming, the pains you are having — they are labour pains.” She pulls the blanket off me and checks the bed. “Your water hasn’t broken yet, that is good.”
“Saoirse? What’s happening? Is Lycur awake?” Lyva’s soft voice distracts me from the pain. She sits up and looks at both of us, rubbing the sleep from her puffy eyes. Her hair is a tangled mess as she stands to peer at her brother’s passive and unconscious face. I try not to let my pain show; I don’t want to scare her. I watch as her shoulders slump, her hopes dashed.
Pryderi claps her hands to get her attention, Lyva jumps, and her body springs into an attack pose, ready to face the threat.
“Lyva focus. I need you to be my helper; Saoirse is about to have the baby. We need to move her into
