"Sya... you have to rest," Talia pleads, her and the rest of the people in the room hearing the freshly set leg snap again. She picks up instantly on the edge of his voice. A gasp escapes her when another powerful contraction grips her. Her water continues to break. With the help of Tabitha and her daughter Samantha, they guide the limping lord towards the bed, which the maids had stripped of it's normal coverings in preparation for the birth.