[Waruzard]

Damien knew this wasn't right. It was bad enough these humans were having to birth centaurs, but to be chained up while doing it? Damien still strongly believed his mother should be comfortable. All three should be comfortable, but he had a soft spot for the man who birthed him. "Look, I... I'll do what I can. Just don't... draw attention to us, okay?" Glancing over in his father's direction, the red-brown colt reached down and released the latch on one of the ankle cuffs. Damien made sure to handle it carefully so it wouldn't clink too loudly coming off. When Phrixus didn't seem to notice, Damien released the other cuff as well. "How's that, mom?" he asked, rubbing the human's thighs.

Heilos noticed what his brother was up to. He didn't say anything. Instead, he started to think about what he could do for Jason. "Mother, are you thirsty?" he asked. "I know water won't stop the pain, but it could still help." Removing Jason's ankled cuffs would have been a better gesture, but Heilos was right next to his father which meant getting caught was more likely for him. "Mother, I'm going to go get you some water. I won't be gone long. Don't worry." With that, the speckled colt got to his feet and trotted off towards a stream.

"They're strong!" Phrixus whinnied proudly. "All this moving means they'll be good runners! Nice strong legs." Morgan had a point, though. His foals seemed to be having difficulty finding the exact way out. Both hands pressed against the human's underbelly, using a good bit of pressure, and slid downward to his pelvis. Again and again the centaur did this, trying to show his foals which way to go. He saw Morgan's belly tighten and heave before the underbelly sank with a new weight. "Ha! And smart, too!"