Hearing Jerus’ communication, I look towards the injured Jakito and Cosen, and then to Korre struggling in labor. Part of me really wanted to stay and look after them all, but I knew Jerus was right.
I can see Becca looks conflicted, so I say, “Go. I can handle it from here.”
I hesitate, but ultimately decide there was little harm in leaving Xan alone with Korre. She was, after all, the only person the witch truly cared for. She would protect her with her life, I was sure. With one last look towards Korre, I grab my lightsaber and head out the door.
With Becca gone, I wave my hand in the air, creating a purple mist. I cup the mist in my palm and bring it to Korre’s face. “Breath this. It will calm you.”
I do as she says, though I can’t imagine how much good it could possibly do to relieve the intense pain I am currently in. I’d heard stories about labor, and help my parents birth Nerf calfs back home on Naboo, but I could never imagine in a million years it would be anything by like this.
At least I had people to help me through it. Becca Twilight especially, being a mother herself, was a great help. Xan, of course, was like a big sister at the best of times, and her magic was at least a placebo to make me feel better. And then there was the old man... I didn’t know his name, but his presence at my side was nonetheless welcome.
He kneels down on the opposite side of me. He does not say anything; he only look down upon me with a placid expression. His mouth is a thin line behind his white beard. I look up into his eyes, which shine a radiant amber. It gives me comfort to know he is watching over me.
