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Emmanuelle had been curled up in the common room napping on the couch when she heard the call, it was a demanding one for Helotes and it came from Zana. It could only mean one thing, and at this she grimaced. Remembering their conversation while the two were gathering herbs, she almost viably wilted. Zana had been so sure that she didn't need a healer, but Emma knew better. Even if the pups didn't survive the overly small woman would need healing because her body was simply too small to get through birthing puppies without some repercussions, but she would wait until she was called for before acting. In the meantime however.. Her swift feet took her bounding up the stairs to her room while she took quick inventory of her things.
Her bright mis-matched eyes took a moment to look around and then her body moved into controlled action, gathering hard bits of leather, gauze, clothes, disinfectant, pain reliever and things like that. In a hurry she shoved everything into her bed and walked downstairs, seating herself down just as Helotes came into the common room carrying his painfully pregnant mate. She didn't miss the look he gave her as he walked up the stairs she had just come down and followed silently, throwing her bag over her shoulder. She knew birth was a messy thing and so while they were walking she threw her hair into a high pony tail, the soft blonde curls cascading down her back and bouncing with her movement as steps up the stairs were taken.
As she entered their room she was surprised to see that someone, probably Helotes had smashed a hole in the wall between two bedrooms. The other was probably Zana's, as she couldn't see Helotes wanting someone to see what him and his mate were doing.. In theory. She noted that it had been fashioned into a crude doorway, and the scent of a younger canine wafted from that room. Now that she smelled him, she remember a smaller canine hanging around these two. It must be a son, maybe adopted? Pushing the random thoughts out of her head she shook it slightly, she needed to focus on the task at hand even if it was very nerve wracking and stressful. To her pleasure she noted that Helotes had started up a fire, he was smart male and she was glad he wasn't turned into a bumbling fool because his mate was giving birth.
She stepped to the table and moved some of the items on top of it to the chairs so she might unpack her medical stuff. Emma removed everything from her bag and set it on the table neatly, grabbing a longer, hard piece of leather for the moment. " Zana.. Here, please bite down as hard as you can on this, it will distract you from some of the pain. You can also squeeze my hand when the contractions come, we are going to try and get your mind off of the pain until they are ready to come, okay? " She said, her voice level and reassuring. Both her and Helotes needed to be the picture of steady calm right now to keep her calm, or this was going to fall apart very quickly.
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