Siwa lay on the pile of straw she used for a bed. She also had a mat, but it was too small for her and the eight or so infants she was about to share the bed with, and she couldn't risk fouling her only mat right now. Much of her body was swollen up; in addition to the obvious parts, her feet were almost half again their normal size.

"Thanks the gods someone's here to help. Not with the birth, but with everything else." Breden looked around. She had brought some water in a pot and some rags, along with several tiny loincloths.

"Right. What do you need help with first? Can my friends lend a hand?"

Siwa nodded and looked at Twig and Vox. "You two, please take off those shirts and- whatever else you have on besides your pants. I need a clean place before having younglings come into the world, and gods knows where those things you have on have been." Breden had already removed his footwraps some time ago and had discarded them on the way back to the village after killing to owlbear; they had only slowed him down during the fight and he had decided that cold feet was a small price to pay for the mobility he needed. He was already clad in just a loincloth, so Siwa didn't mind him getting close.

"And Brey? You can start by rubbing my feet, please." He did so, starting with her right. Normally, she was the one giving the massages, but her present need was far greater than his ever was for that sort of thing.