Oh boy, it's a busy day in this town for a healer.

Ursaren had been informed of the approaching childbirth that morning, and had been on and off preparing an alchemical painkiller for this specific purpose. While he had never actually given birth to a child himself, he knew for certain that it was a searing sensation for those who had to go through it when he delivered one long ago. So, he had to prep for it. He just wished he could stop and dedicate a decent amount of time to the craft. He was busy tending to the heavily wounded of the village before he had to run off and give birth to a child.

It was menial work, mostly. He came across a few broken limbs and gouges, but nothing too extraordinary. There was a man who had somehow won a fight with a [i]bear[/i], and that man came out rather worse for wear. A broken arm, no doubt likely infected, and his legs were torn to absolute shreds. It took a good minute of constant healing to fix the arm, and a potion of healing should repair the damage to the legs. Ursaren administered the potion to the man before having to run off and go tend to another.

Around a few hours of being on his feet passed before Ursaren was grabbed by a man. The man was the soon-to-be-father, and his wife was finally going into labor. It was time for Ursaren to perform something that he had only performed once before, long ago. He did an admirable job at it when he had done it, but it has been a good amount of time. He just hoped that he wasn't going to have to perform a medical birth. The risks of that were way too high.

He approached the house where it would all be going down, as the to-be-father went inside to inform his wife that the healer was here. Ursaren finished the painkilling potion off before he went inside, the soothing smell of the blue herbs from the village market wafting out of the bottle. It was prime and perfected. Ursaren was ready.

Taking a deep breath, he stepped inside the house and readied himself for what was to come.