Ahti put up with Bast's behavior only long enough for the woman to slip away. So much for that. But the woman would have to go into labor sooner or later, and provided that overprotective copycat and her bizarre husband stayed away, she might still get to enjoy the event.
"All right, she's gone. You can knock off the cute kitten routine." Ahti's voice held the disgust she felt for the interruption. She tried to pull the skirt free of the tiny claws, but Bast seemed to have gotten them in there very well and no one was going to pull them out until she was good and ready. Since she didn't really feel like getting scratched herself, and as the skirt was already ruined, Ahti ripped off the section Bast was stuck too.
"Get out of that yourself. And what was that all about, anyway? I wasn't going to hurt her." Ahti stood there, her hands on her hips, hovering over Isis' ward and waiting for her to free herself from the cloth.