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Sindri found himself completely out of control and in the hands of fate. Holding his wife while she writhed in agony and looking on as the midwife and his mother completed various attentions to her and being unable to help relieve her pain was gut wrenching. After one particularly long pain where he allowed Raerdel to clamp down on his fingers, he realized exactly how precarious the situation was. His wife had exhausted herself using dark magic, had been accosted prior to that, and was now in labor. Leaning down, he whispered in her ear. “I’m here, darling. You just have to get through this and then you can rest. I’m not going anywhere. You squeeze as hard as you need.” Sin tried to keep the tremor out of his voice. He made eye contact with his mother, who smiled encouragingly and then
