Taweret grinned in conspiracy, “no idea at all,” and then took a drink of coffee.
When she set the cup down, her face softened a bit, still friendly and pleased, but not laughing any longer. “Now, I'm not sure what, if anything, Loki's told you about us... I hope everything about me was bad,” she said with a bright grin. “Can't go anywhere but up when it's bad. But, I don't beat around the bush. I see no point in it. There is nothing but hindrance in my work if I am anything other than direct.”
And loud. She usually had to bark orders at those who weren't listening.
“I know what happened. From Djeheuty and Seshat's damn books, from shit other people prattle on about and some from Loki's own damn mouth talking to Bes. Breaks my damn heart.” The Egyptian shook her head and brought one hand up to rest on her breast, near her heart. “Your man loves you, girl, but... he's worried about you.”
She lowered her hand. “I'm guessin' that's why he hasn't brought you down here before... on account of that worry and the work I do.” There, the floor was Sigyn's. But Taweret was not one to be indirect if avoidable. The Nord's children were dead and Taweret's duty involved a lot of not only midwifery, but protecting children... then guiding them to the gates of the underworld if they didn't survive. Not to mention Bes' own protection of children role...