She took a deep breath and tried to center her mind but the world whizzing by out the windows was doing little to calm her. "I would rather have a calming potion," she admitted.
"I am worried about the potion, I do not want to but the babies in any more danger." She was already feeling guilty for panicking herself into labour as was and was terrified that they were going to suffer because of it (she refused to let herself think anything more gruesome than that.)