[SilentFeather]

Halcron felt as though he were wounded prey, seeming to become that of which he highly despised, a Divinity. He wished he were a Dark elf, perhaps he would have been much more gifted with bravery then. When he went to try protesting he was caught up, stumbling from the path of correct breathing and led astray by a more violent, volatile round of rough, coughing that caused forth a slight vomiting of smidgen but noticeable droplets of blood which brought forth a whimper and his eyes to widen upon seeing the stain in the palm of his dainty hand, staring at it, stunned, numb, shaking beyond control.

He spoke softly, his eyes rose, slowly fading from an innocent blue and becoming more of a unnatural, murky grey as his mood changed, becoming strangely calm, docile even, he lowered his body, remaining upon his side once helped to it, simply gasping sharply but slightly as he was adjusted to a more comfortable destined area of position upon the bedding.

When the topic of how he hid the pregnancy for so long he expressed a slight smirk, it was not quite there but it was nonetheless. Truly it was. "Y-Yes my Dark one, I .. have .. and you are so very kind. I .. did not intend to conceal such things from you but it did not seem .. very much of concern .. well .. not at first .. aheh .. but yes .." He breathed in then out as he gently panted, focusing on the fussy babe as it began squirming, causing the father to clutch his Dark one's arm, right above the wrist, emitting a slight groaning as he struggled not to bear down at any circumstances. "My Beloved .. y-you must .. h-hurry .. ughnn! .. the babe .. it is close to emerging .. I can sense it .." He strained his voice between grunts, pulling Vale close so they were face to face, his eyes growing darker gray.