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The second one came, the blood it came with renewing the scent that already thickened the air, and Robert watched along with the both of them with the same false hope. Taliesin even played the façade to a tee, rubbing it to give it the warmth it lacked and hearing out for a heart that will never beat, yet it was not enough to trick death. The second born was as still as the first. The man watched as he set the child down near Eclipse, and his gaze lingered on it for a couple of moments until the healer spoke again.
He watched distantly as he pulled out a tube filled with something, and explained what it would do. Robert felt his chest tightened at the mention of blood loss, but when his name was said, he pushed his emotions out the door. His head automatically nodded at the instructions, and gingerly took the vial as it was handed to him. In his hand he held a purpose, something to do other than to sit here and be nothing but a waste of space. He immediately turned back to Eclipse and held it near her.
He was not sure if she wanted him to feed it to her, or if she was going to release either her hold on him or the pup and drink it herself, so he silently sat there, the question evident enough, waiting for some sign or motion to show what she wanted to do. Though Taliesin gave him a small duty to do, he still felt useless, and it was almost like his presence was a cruel joke. He was barely helpful, he was merely a witness, a bystander. He wanted so desperately to help, every fiber was gravitated to the woman and for her to be well and happy and content despite her situation, and life blatantly slapped him in the face. The most he could do was to make sure she didn't drink too much marigold.
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