It figured her husband was off doing... whatever. Taweret could have really used his assistance today. But, he had his own things to deal with -damn demon bastards –inconvenient sons of bitches. However, this household, for some reason, had no idea who she was in her natural form. They'd gone through a lot of work to rectify that. Bes had actually been quite instrumental in helping reverse her reputation among the mortals because they already trusted him.
Now a great deal of the population knew her. They had statues, amulets, little figures to pour milk in just the right dose to substitute for when there was no mother immediately nearby to nurse... There were stories of her and Bes having guarded Horus... and yet...
And yet this still happened sometimes. Usually because the intervention had to start this way because she was working alone and had to assess her situation first -was there any evil present to do away with before the work began, and because there was an influx of immigrated mortals from other lands. Greeks, specifically. They didn't know her. They didn't understand the ways of Kemet... or Egypt as they called it.
Interlopers.
The woman and her aid, or intended midwife, or whatever... useless as she was proving to be, were busy screaming as Taweret looked around. She looked to the soon-to-be mother, then around the room, then back to the mother and saw blood. Well, that was not the greatest sign in the world, was it? She needed to get to work and... “You! Stop! NOW!”
Oh, what in a pile of fresh camel shit was this? She was busy.
Taweret turned her head, saw the pale-skinned man, his blond hair and his... hammer and shook her head. “Damn fool,” she grumbled. “Make yourself useful or get out, boy. I got work to do.”