"Honestly, you're doing the most good being here now, I think," she replied, settling into a chair. "Go on, I'll wait for the rest of the girls to arrive. Shouldn't be much longer, I bet."
Thalia, meanwhile, was experiencing her contractions closer together now, biting her lip against the stream of Greek curses that wanted to come out. Gods, she'd forgotten how much this hurt, even with the drugs.
She laughed tiredly as Prometheus came in. "I'm a blimp," she said breathlessly. "I'm the RMS Comedia. And you're wonderful. No, I'm fine. I need them out, and they want to be out, but in their own time, apparently."