He'd leaned forward when she did, supporting her back while she strained in effort. "Not from this angle, not yet anyway," he grumbled and raised his eyes towards the now-haggard mediwitch. She knew from the look what he was asking for and brought out a mirror which she magicked over the Healer's head.
"There, Debi. Look up, can you see?" His breath caught in his throat when he saw the crown of the baby's head reflected back at them. "My God, love. That's our baby right there."