[Kazda]

The noise of the guards retreating seemed to send relief and shock through the ranks. Only now did some of them realize that a few of their own had been killed or fatally wounded. Jehan turned his gaze away from the sight, and the sounds of grief, burying his face briefly in Courfeyrac's neck, struggling through another contraction. Pain surged from his heavy womb and into his back. It didn't seem right to cry and scream over giving birth, when others were facing death.

When it had passed, Jehan blinked, dizzy, up at the conversation, and shook his head. "He isn't. He says there will be three.. He showed me where to feel them." He glanced gratefully to the student doctor, his hand pressed to his hard belly. "But I had not decided yet. I thought names would come when I saw the child. If I get to see them." Jehan admitted, frowning a bit, wondering how many of his children he would get to hold, if they would live, and if he would.