Skellig briefly thinks back to the last time they were in a similar situation where Kreyu's midwife skills were required - that was when the entire debacle with Akatan occurred, and his mind faintly shudders at the image of her gasping for breath, her blood spilling onto his hands and filling his lungs. But he quickly shakes his head and clears it from his vision, refocusing.

"Boiling water, clean rags," he says. "There will be some other things that we will need later, but there will be time for that."

Clean, soft blankets for once the child is born (whatever winds up happening) and adequate hydration for all involved, Ludmilla, Kreyu, and whomever may end up assisting. Koshchei still looks completely bewildered at the idea entirely, which makes Skellig quirk a faint smile as he glances to Kreyu. "I assume I would not be welcomed to assist you, but if there is need, you can call for me at once."