Re: The Birth
Dora had almost always been nigh impossibly sweet and considerate when it came to him. For Merlin's sake-- he wasn't the one about to be giving birth to twins, and here she was, trying to calm him down!
Pulling the bag away, he ran a shaky hand down his face only to meet his glasses, a frustrated sound leaving him as his vision was promptly left smudged.
"Y-yes," he nodded hastily, only to find himself looking around the room somewhat desperately. Hadn't they packed a bag for this? Where on earth had they put it?! "Where--"
He spotted it even as he started asking, his eyes widening as he moved to grab it, opening it with trembling fingers. "D-d-do the healers think they can stop it?"