A few of those languages he listed made her raise an eyebrow. How did he... No. There was not time to ask. “Fine, pale-man,” she said with a nod of understanding in one of the desert dialects he'd specified. “If you know Sumer then you've heard of their kind of demons, yes?” She paused for second as the pitiful excuse for a mortal midwife returned with the water and cloths. Taweret made a face, looking for the warmed oil, which sent the woman scurrying back off again.
“We have similar kinds, but some favor harm for mother and child. Bes is not here to assist so... if you plan on being here, then make yourself useful, boy, and get rid of any of them you see while I hope I can save both of them.” Then, even in woman form, she pulled herself as tall as she could, “otherwise, you can just get!”
Then, she turned her back to the large stranger, she wasn't afraid of him, and focused her attention on the hemorrhaging mother. Her conversation returned to the mother's tongue, calming but not coddling. She didn't want to say it, but there was a strong chance the baby was already dead. But, until she examined, she wasn't going to have a better idea...