Cayn was about to congratulate her when she suddenly took off like she was chased by the hounds of Hell.  Rather than say anything he merely followed after her, gliding quickly through the room to crouch next to her.  His hand held her hair away from her face, making sure she didn't actually get any of that into it.  His other hand would flush the toilet before resting his palm against her forehead.  "Interesting," Cayn finally said.  "So it appears that your attempt at working magic while pregnant may just be a bad thing.  Obviously things are being sped along to begin with but this may be making it moreso."<br/><br/>A pause, his hand still holding her hair while the palm rubbed lightly along her forehead.  "Do you wish me to get Xyveris to help you with this?" he asked.  He sounded a bit put off, or embarrassed, that he was having to ask such a thing.  Obviously he knew what she'd need, but was more than a little embarrassed over the fact that she needed it.  However, if he didn't, God alone knew what might happen to her insides.