There was something wrong, she knew there was, and she wanted nothing more than to know what was wrong. A third baby was supposed to be something special, not quiet, and there was nothing but a bitter silence hanging in the air. The fact that it stretched so long told her that there was something not right, and when the healer turned to speak, she burst into tears and leaned into Bast, knowing if it weren't for him, she wouldn't be able to hold onto the babies that were pressed against her in those weak first few moments as a new mother.
Slowly she took in a deep, shuddering breath, knowing she had to be strong. It happened, she knew that as a healer, and the twins were at least healthy and thriving. She needed to be thankful about that at least. But there was a chill in her heart she was having a difficult time shaking. "I want to feed them both, Bast. They need their Momma, and that's what I'm here for." As they latched on, held in her arms, she felt such relief she started to cry again, this time from happiness, and she looked up at her weyrmate with a what was the beginning of a water-logged smile.
But then she sobered, considerably, and she pressed her forehead against him as the babies suckled hungrily from her. She needed to tell him her wishes before the healers had someone else do it. It wouldn't be right otherwise. "Bast... I need you to take the baby... I need you to take care of them for me. Please. I don't want someone else to do it."