She squeezes his hand gently. "I am sure we will manage," she tells Skellig, though her eyes flick to Taweret too.

"We'll manage, dear. Although you already know children can demand to be born at all hours," Taweret replies. She looks to Skellig. "There's always something that needs a steady set of hands or sharp senses around the village. Yesterday wasn't the first time we've had trouble."