"In mine own world, Gunnora holds pockets and temples. Places any mother may be safe and healthy, and healed after birthing. And any child might find safety. That is her holding," she smiled and dabbed at the gel gingerly. "I might, if all worry so much and she cannot establish such here, return to my original world for the birthing." If it was safer?

They'd see!

Ah but then she was being held safe and warm and she pressed her nose to Jason's shoulder, ignoring the goop on her skin as she breathed deeply, "I am well my Jason. Are you?"