“Ever seen a pack of hyena steal a fresh kill from a pride of lion?” She asked back in his direction, back in the language he was accustomed to, though Taweret wasn't certain he knew what hyena were. Depended where he'd traveled. “Fresh blood, easy pickings...” Even as she spoke, her hands were working, cleaning the hemorrhaging as much as possible to see what she could do.
“Same concept with complicated births.”
Which, was when she realized that now she likely had only life to save. Well, crap. Her focus on the large stranger was lost to her own task at hand.