"Caedes, do you happen to have any—" Jaheira walked into the dragonborn's tent looking for a potion — she suspected they were hoarding most of it, and intended to make them allocate it evenly among the team mates — instead, she came across what she interpreted as clear signs of a very specific type of distress.
Gods, she had seen plenty of battles, endured countless wounds, and stood against horrors most wouldn’t dare to imagine. But every time she had come across a person in labour, a shiver ran up her spine.
On the outside, she kept her composure, nodding as if this was just another day in her long, eventful life. Inside? She was panicking. Healing was never her strongest suit, and medical emergencies of the non-life-threatening kind? Even worse. She had delivered before, sure, but never a dragonborn, or any egg-laying creature, to be precise...
Right. First things first.
She took a steadying breath and rolled up her sleeves. "Look," she said, kneeling beside them. "I may not be a midwife, but I am a druid, and nature has a way of guiding those who pay attention. So let's get you through this."
Jaheira pressed a hand to their back, calling upon her druidic magic to soothe the tension in their muscles. Lesser Restoration — it wouldn’t dull the pain entirely, but it would help to ease fatigue, cramps, and any unnatural discomfort. Then she murmured a gentle Bear's Endurance to reinforce their stamina, ensuring their body had the strength to do what it needed.
"Alright, deep breaths — steady now," she instructed, shifting so she could support them. "Your body knows what to do, but I'm here to help." She placed her hands firmly on their lower back, applying pressure in just the right places to ease the process.
"Push when you feel the need — don’t force it before it’s time." She glanced around, then reached for some clean cloth, ready to catch the egg if needed. "And if you bite me, Caedes, I swear to Silvanus, I'll make sure your hatchling hears about it first thing after they're born."
