Taweret made a thoughtful sound in the back of her throat. She honestly was never sure if there were more around or not. It would be hard to say until a couple days had passed. On a normal birth, she'd not worry much beyond the day. But with the possibility of the mother dying nearby that presented complications.
The tall man seemed awfully focused on the infant. With a smirk, she adjusted the cloth that was tightly wrapped around the child, then handed him off into the stranger's arms. She wasn't going to give him time to refuse. The man clearly liked children and was no threat to the infant, and if her hands were free she could go back to checking on the mother.
It made sense... logistically.
It was also hilarious: the juxtaposition between the tiny baby and the huge man. Proud of herself, Taweret chuckled as she darted back off to check on the mother...
Who was now sleeping. But breathing steady. But shivering. A heavy blanket appeared in her hands where it hadn't been moments before, was shaken out and laid over the woman. “I can manage now if there are,” she said quietly, “but you can linger if you wish.” She tucked the blanket a bit around the sleeping woman to keep her free from drafts. Well, at least as much as she could. “What is your name?”