Lylia is a happy little bunny, curled up in the pleasant waters of the bath, blissfully ignorant to anything scary, such as, oh, say... pregnant women. The rider ducks under the water, coming up and giving a little squeak as her ferret paddles past, soaked fur sticking up at odd angles. Weird critter.

Lis finally reaches the bath with a long sigh of relief, the greenrider leaning against the doorway as legs complain. "Ah. Made it. Hey, Lylia, Kh'ryn!" The other two are waved at while she strips, struggling to get out of her dress with her gravid belly in the way. "Did you /have/ to bring the ferret in here? It's /dirty/," the greenrider complains, wincing for just a moment before she slips into the water.

Kh'ryn /was/ trying to have a nice relaxing soak, but that's hard to do with a little fur ball, (wet as it is) streaking past. "Aaah!" he shouts, jumping 'bout three inches out of the water, and landing with a splash. One hand halts above his heart, as though to steady it's pounding, before he finally states, "Oh Faranth.. That thing scared me.." However, he does add a little sheepish grin, as though to say he bears the little critter no offence. A glance then towards Lis, and the bluerider removes his hand from his chest to wave. "Hey there.. Come on in, the water's fine.." As always..

"Lis!" Lylia gives a dolphin's splash, grinning wildly. Look at her, all thiiin... with a liiiithe body... That can fit through dooooors... "He's /not/," she sniffs, giving a little pout. "Well, not now. That's why I brought him, so he'd get /clean/." Now he's almost shiny, beady eyes wide as he chirrs and paddles about. "Hop in, I'll keep him over here." Maybe.

"That thing scares me all the time," Lis comments in a low murmur to Kh'ryn as she floats by. "Don't feel bad." The greenrider takes up a seat on the edge of the bath as her face screws up in another grimace. "Gah. I can't stand this. A day and a half, and /nothing/." What's this? One hand rests upon her belly, barely a fingerlength from the waters' surface, and it can be seen to jump at times - or is that just the water? "You'd better, Lylia, or I'm going to make a hat out of it."

The bluerider chuckles at the exchange between the two girls, happy now that the ferret is far away from him. When he hears Lis' curse and see her face twist in pain, Kh'ryn leans forward and asks, "What is it? Are you alright?" He's seen that look before, and it usually signals a case of bad gas.. Which is a reason the man keeps an eye out for tiny bubbles floating to the surface.. Seeing none, he assumes it must be something else.. thankfully. "Ate something bad at dinner?" he then tries again.
 
"A /hat/?" Squeak! Lylia's happy expression turns to a full-fledged pout, gangly arms yanking the squeaking furball to her chest. "But... he's too little! And cute! And stuff!" Cuter than D'renn, anyway. "Don't be nice to her, Kh'ryn. She's a ferret-skinner." Sulk.

If it was bad gas, Kh'ryn wouldn't /need/ to look for bubbles. "Urg! No. Just contractions. I told the Healers, and after nearly a day in the infirmaries, I left." Lis isn't the brightest crayon in the box, but it does get boring in those smelly ol' infirmaries. "I hope he bites you," the greenrider tells Lylia cruelly, shivering at either a contraction, or the thought of having ferret-fur that close to anyone's skin.

Kh'ryn pushes aside the talk of pets and hats, as he raises a brow in shocked look towards Lis. "You did /what?!/" he exclaims, staring at the greenrider as though she's crazy. "Lis, you /do/ realize that healers know 'nough about this kind of stuff to know when you should and shouldn't be laying in the infirmary." And if they had told her to stay there, then .. well.. they probably had a sharding good reason for it. However, having missed Kwa's delivery, he completely misses the point to this whole conversation; worried more about the fact that the older rider skipped out on the healers than anything else that might.. ahem.. occur.

"Aw, Lis has popped a couple of 'em, I'm sure she knows when she needs to be with the healers. Right, Lis?" Though Lylia's still sniffling over the biting comment, cuddly 'Mion close to her chest despite his strangled squeaks, she gives a little smirk at Kh'ryn. Silly men.

Lis looks up at Kh'ryn with big, puppy-dog eyes and a pouting lower lip as she explains, "But it was so /boring/. And lonely." Ignoring her contracting belly, she floats closer to the bluerider - all the better for her overwhelming aura. "And even /Lylia/ says I know what I'm doing." Yes; the vote of confidence comes from the ferret-wrangler.

So he's outnumbered.. Well, he might be shy at times, but he certainly is not stupid, which is why Kh'ryn just shrugs his shoulder and mumbles something that sounds like, 'stubborn woman', under his breath. Reaching for a handful of soapsand, he begins to rub it into his skin, grimacing when he hits fresh bruises and abbrasions caused by his new training regime with Zylph. Suddenly, he gets an idea, "You should have called Khena in to sit with you," he tells the pregnant greenrider. After that's been mentioned, he says little else; doesn't even take the time to explain his statement, just continues scrubbing down.

"I figure you can't have that many kids without knowing how it goes." Lylia just offers a shrug, stretching her arms out as she lounges in the water. "Not that I'd know." She likes remaining limber year-round. 'Mion coils 'round her neck, peering out from behind her wet hair. "Think you're gonna have this one very soon?" As in, should Ly start running now?

Lis splashes water at Kh'ryn playfully, teasing, "She'd beat me up, like she did to you. I didn't know you two were that close." She's still convinced that he and Khena have some kind of 'thing' going on, despite each's preference/attatchment. Lylia is shrugged at vaguely as she comments, not altogether hearteningly: "Well, it's been a day and a half, so... I'm not sure, really..."

Kh'ryn waves Lis' comment away. "We're not," he replies, looking completely innocent and truthful. As far as he's concerened, whatever happened between them was just an accident, and they're still just friends. He grimaces again when its time to attack his thick blond hair with the soapsand, commenting through the suds, "You know, maybe you shouldn't be floating around like that.. Might entice the baby to come on out, or something.." Really, the rider has no idea what he's saying. All he knows is that he's missed the birth of his own twins, and doesn't want to stick 'round for Lis to have hers either.. Hence the reason he scrubs harder and faster at his head and hair.

"Let the woman relax, Kh'ryn." Lylia once more ducks underwater, sending her ferret sprawling. She emerges a few feet away, shaking the water from her hair like a canine. "You're too uptight. Be a proper bluerider and learn to relaaaaax." She rolls the syllable over her tongue, offering a smirk.

"Nonsense," Lis scoffs at Kh'ryn, resting her elbows on the edge of the pool behind her. "It feels wonderful... Erf. Somewhat. Still those damned contratctions, and I barely get a breather between 'em." Her panting is clear evidence, but her grin is unworried - relaaaaxing, even - until she makes a rather interesting face, one eye squinting shut and her nose wrinkled. "Now... that's... not good."

Kh'ryn rolls his eyes back at Lylia, replying, "I /am/ relaxed.. Just.. worried for our friend here.." Now, what a walking oxymoron he is, neh? He shrugs again when that friend states that all is well, going back to his scrubbing until he notices her look and hears her comment. "What now?" he asks, trying not to sound so.. ahem.. uptight. Then, he too makes a funny face, and blandly asks, "Is it just me? Or did the water just get warmer?" Eeewww..

Lylia blinks. Blinkblink. "Ummm. Isn't it when you don't have a rest between contractions that you, y'know, have the thing?" And should be with the healers? Ummmm. Lylia shrinks back slightly, wincing, before slowly scooting closer to her clutchmate. "Dearest? Anything I can do for you?" Aside from run out screaming?

Lis looks over at Lylia with a face of intense dismay. "Catch?" Humorous as it may be, the greenrider keeps panting out of habit, trying to remember... something. "Kariel /did/ say you could give birth underwater... just need to bring the baby up again right?" The greenrider is probably tough enough to cut her own kid's umbilical cord and deliver the afterbirth. "Shut up, Kh'ryn, or be useful."

Bluerider blinks as the woman begin to talk about birthing and the like.. Right now? Gulp! Backpaddling a little, Kh'ryn wipes soap from his eyes and just /stares/ at Lis. "You're not giving birth right /now/, are you?" he asks, going a bit green around the gills. He too tries to remember something important, like a reason why he should get out of here right away; not caring that there's still soap in his hair. Or, there's even the memory of those times he went with Kwa to the healers and they spoke of breathing exercises. Therefore, with Zylph commenting in his mind, the man decides to be useful, and so, gritting his teeth, he comes back up alongside the greenrider. "Um.. Do you know the breathing routine?" he asks, almost shyly. "That will at least help you catch your breath, and then the panting won't be so labouring.."

"That's /so/ not funny." Lylia makes a face, screwing her expression into a scowl before edging nervously closer. "I think so? I mean, I've heard of women doing it, just gotta be pretty careful..." Very, very careful. 'Cause babies can't swim. Right? As long as she doesn't have to gnaw through the umbilical cord with her teeth, she's happy.

"Teach me?" Lis casts Kh'ryn a mournful look that seems to suggest she would be his best friend forever and ever if he did. She may give birth like a brood sow, but that doesn't mean she knows any of those fancy healer techniques. "Maybe sending off a firelizard would be a good idea. Mine are never around - oh, do be careful, Lylia; I can feel it coming already!" Luckily, the water is reasonably clear when it's free of suds, and - though not visible to the mother herself - the baby's head is beginning to show.

Kh'ryn thinks fast, trying hard to remember the exact technique. He does know that there's panting involved, and some sort of .. ahhh.. Well, he'll just show her instead. Easier that way. "Follow my lead," he tells the greenrider, paddling over and reaching for her hand. This is going to hurt him, he just knows it.. The bluerider then starts to make a series of pants and deep breaths, exhales too, motioning Lis with a nod to copy his actions. Meanwhile, he mentally yells for Zylph to try and find a healer.. Somewhere!

Lylia just gives a nervous squeak. She'd send 'Mion for help, but he's not exactly, y'know, useful. A mental check shows that Druseth, the other useless attachment o' hers, is also slumbering. Dratted creature. "Lis, you've done this before. Do you know how we do this?" A glance is passed over to Kh'ryn. "Think we can get her out to the infirmary?" He's a big, buff man. He can carry Lis out before she gives birth, right? Or something?

Naturally, it would be lunchtime; Lis' kids are a pain even before they're born. "Thank you, Kh'ryn," she whispers up at him, giving his hand a warm squeeze before the next contraction earns him one that's a little more bone-crushing. To concentrate, aside from pushing down, the greenrider copies the bluerider's breathing patterns. Better than Simon! "Just... catch, Lylia, and hope the Healers get here soon?" she half-volunteers, half-screams, scattering any of the drudges who were doing laundry that stuck around to watch.

Though is cry for help does get his blues attention, there's not much Zylph can do in the bowl, which is why he delegates the task of finding a healer towards the few flits of Kh'ryn's that are flying around closeby. Lascia pops between, and makes her way to the infirmary, chirping loudly and trying to get anyone's attention. (What's that girl? Lis fell down a well and needs our help? Oh, sorry. Wrong translation. Oh! You mean she's having her baby? In the baths?) Ahem. Of course, all of this is unbeknownst to Khor and the rest of them, as he's too busy helping the greenrider breathe, and hoping hard that his poor fingers will sustain their bone crushing grasp. "Keep breathing," he tries to calmly tell the woman, but it comes out like a squeal all the same. At Lylia's idea of /carrying/ Lis to the infirmary, Khor smiles. Of course, he can do that! But, the question is, is it too late for such brawny heroics? "Dare we try?" he asks the soon to be mommy.

"Big, buff, manly-man," Lylia mutters under her breath, obviously indicating that anything bad that happens /will/ be his fault. So any bit of pain from Lis is his fault, to the brownrider's mindset. And the fault of all bronzeriders, just to be fair. "Sure thing, dear." And Ly eyes Lis for a moment. She's supposed to catch something. Down there. Oh Faranth. Lis can't let Lylia retain /happy/ views of the female anatomy, can she?

"I'm not moving," Lis growls rather finally, squeezing Kh'ryn's hand as she vehemently declares with each contraction, "I'm. Not. Going. To be. Dragged. Naked. And wet. To. The. Infirmary." Next person to get her angry gets a baby in the eye. The greenrider care's not for Lylia's future neurosies, commanding, "Just help pull it out. It needs to breathe, you know." Voices echo from somewhere in the corridor - Healers on the way, but not here yet.

Kh'ryn winces as his poor fingers are squished somemore, but his ideas of dragging the woman off have clearly been quelched. "Alright, alright. We're not going anywhere!" he shouts, yelling aloud rather than crying out in pain. After that little outburst, he then continues to help Lis with her breathing, though it seems as though the greenrider isn't really following his instructions anymore. "Come on, you need to /breathe/" he exclaims again, moving the woman back so that she can float easily, if she needs to. Not too close to the edge, just in case Lyl doesn't happen to catch that baby and it comes rocketing out of Lis' womb like some sort of.. of.. Well.. Baby, I suppose. Hearing the voices in the hall, he yells yet again, shouting, "We're in here! Hurry!"

"Being under water's not gonna help much with that," Lylia mutters under her breath, slinking forward slightly. "Fine. You'll remain here. Wet and naked. Aye." And it wouldn't be dragging, it would be /carrying/. But Ly's a good little bunny, right? She'll catch it. Hopefully. If not. Um. Lis doesn't mind if it's slightly dented, right?

Feet, now, can be heard in the hallway, and muffled cursing as the annonymous healer rounds that last corner towards the baths. Not soon enough, however, for Lis' eyes get rather large and she gasps to Lylia, "Now!" There'd better be some catching, a spank, and one angry, disoriented baby very shortly or Lis will not be a happy bunny.

Kh'ryn yells with the greenrider as she delivers the child, holding her up boyant in the pool, so that Lylia's job is made that much easier. He closes his eyes, not wanting to see the mess 'caused by this new visitor, however, seems he's not quick enough. A pinkish shadow sliding through the water is what he catches a glimpse of, and he can't help but grin. "You did it!" he exclaims happily. But now for the dangerous part. "Lyl? Did you get.. it?" His glimpse wasn't enough to see if it was a boy or a girl.

Can't it be a nice, happy, oriented baby for once? Lylia gives a tiny 'squeak', shuddering as she hunches down, eyes wide. She's naked and gonna catch a nasty, gooey child. Good thing she's in the baths, more efficient cleanup time. "/Shardit/," Lyli curses under her breath, debating between watching and squinching her eyes shut. "I... ewwwwww!" Yep, I think that means she's got it.

Lis is built like a barn door and doesn't bleed too much; anything is wisked away by the gentle stream. The greenrider allows herself a brief moment of relief, head lolling against the side of the pool just as the healer stomps in, already pulling off his shirt and kicking off his boots. "Damn fool greenrider! Pulling a stunt like this. Come, now - gimme the babe, and we'll get you all cleaned up." Pleasantly officious and business-like, the healer-man jumps into the pool with his tools on the side. You know - those scarey healer things to cut and clamp umbilical cords with.

"Eek!" Lylia blinks at the healer man, giving a little snarl. Hey, she and Kh'ryn have it /all/ under control. Ha. And Ly glances down at the squalling critter in her arms, and just blinks. It's a Lis-attachment. Eewww. "Um. Uh. What do I do with. Um. This?"

Kh'ryn doesn't know whether to laugh, cry .. or faint. But as the healer jumps into the pool, he graciously gives up Lis' hand, but only after an affectionate pat. Making his way out of the pool, hardly aware of the soap still in his hair, or the .. ahem.. other stuff that might be clinging to him, he reaches for a pile of clean, soft towels, warmed by the hearth, and brings them towards the waters edge, at the ready to play nursemaid to the new boy or girl.

"Women." No one ever said that Healer-man wasn't mysogynistic. "Helpless in a crisis." Big hands make quick work of Lis' umbilical cord, clamping - "Ow, you big oaf! I'm complaining to Kariel!" - cutting and knotting the cord mostly underwater before shooing Kh'ryn and Lylia off to help deliver the afterbirth, sneering at Kh'ryn's towels. "I suppose they'll do, as clean as any. Do watch the child, if you're going to hang onto it, so," he instructs Lylia.

Fugly humms expecting the new baby humanpet to walk around and find it's new partner.

"You're mean." Lylia pouts, glowering at Healer-man. He's on the list of To Be Squashed By Druseth, now. "I'll bet I could knock you down in a fight without even sweatin'." 'Cause she's Big Bad Brownrider, yo. But her attention seems to be more importantly on the... thing. For it is a thing, she has decided. "Um. It's. Um. Pretty?" Compliments are good, right? Nice baby. Gooooood baby. Please don't bite.

His skin is tougher than that, and plus, he's more scared of Lis than he'll ever be of any healer type. That's why Kh'ryn jumps /back/ into the pool, and wades towards Lylia, bringing along the towels with him, and trying hard to keep their ends from touching the water. "Here," he offers, obviously warming to the other rider, after what they've just shared. He's even willing to be nice to her ferret now. Ahem. "Wrap him up before he gest a chill.." Of course, he's not sure if it's a boy, since he hasn't seen anything to declare which sex it might be, but.. *shrug* He's a guy. Guys prefer having boy babies. What can we say? Call it a big, buff, man-ly man thing.

The Rent-A-Healer rolls his eyes at Kh'ryn's method of carrying the towel's over to Lylia /in/ the water, but supervises the swaddling of the baby while keeping half an eye on the exhausted but content-looking mother. "It's girl, you clod. Very healthy one, too. You've been taking good care of yourself..." He'll let the name slide, able to be rude because of his unique position and grumpiness of his nap interrupted. "Aside from leaving the infirmary. Now that's a girl," he coos at the baby, eyeing the other riders. "I don't suppose you'd help me carry her to the infirmary /now/?" Lis is complacent as a cow, smiling a bit dazedly up at the three of them. "Yes, a cot would be nice..." Mumble mumble.

"Awwww. Cuuuuuuuute." Lylia cooes at the child, carefully trying to arrange the towels around the newborn, though she's a bit clumsy at it. "Niiiice little baby. Good baby. Someday, Auntie Lyli is gonna buy you a ferret." And Lylia's wading towards the edge, giving a glance at Kh'ryn. "Well? Get the poor woman."

As gruff as Healer-man is, he's suprisingly gentle with his strong touch as he joins Kh'ryn in lifting the tired, slimmer, and rather indecent greenrider out of the water and towards the infirmaries, the greenrider lazily complaining that she could walk if they'd let her, /really/.

Kh'ryn watches as the other rider gets to carry the baby, while he gets to .. carry the mom? Oh well, it's the least he can do.. Wait a minute! He never asked to help! However, he's still too taken with the whole, "hey look what I helped to do" so with a grimace, he reaches down and places one arm under Lis' legs while the healer grabs her upper half.

And Lylia just sits there. Very, very scarred.