The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[The Iron Bull]

Bull gives her an eyeroll. "Yes, thank you Miss Mel, but I was introducing myself to the mother-to-be," he says, tone far more patient than his expression." Mel was short of Melissa? Your Mel's Mel, I mean.

[GamesMaster]

The woman lets out another scream, clearly not giving two shits about Bull right now. 

[Coquette Blacquin]

Yes. Melissa Smith. She knew us as Cindy Black. 

[The Iron Bull]

Bull winces, then coughs lightly. "Yeah, also fair," he allows. "Uh, alright, if no conversation with her then..." He mutters this, as if speaking to himself, but it's audible enough to Mel if not the mother. "So... how'd you end up as the healer anyway?"

[GamesMaster]

"I wasn't any good at the other things and I survived enough births to figure out midwifery. Hush now." She squats, peering up at the woman's nethers. "Hrm. How long are your arms?"

[The Iron Bull]

"Long enough to hand you things from here," Bull says promptly, glancing back to check on the water. "Boiling now, gonna clean the knife."

[GamesMaster]

She squints at him, then nods. "How strong's your stomach? Can you watch what I'm doing without freaking out?"

[The Iron Bull]

"Plenty strong," Bull assures her. "Ain't the blood or birthing itself per se, it's the, uh, the," Bull coughs awkwardly as he rinses the knife, "invasiveness? Helped and lead more than a few births for livestock and such. Held my own guts inside me for an hour or so until I could get some thread. 'm fine, worry about her and the babe."

[GamesMaster]

"You got longer arms -- the cord's wrapped around the babe. You feel up to unwrapping it?"

[The Iron Bull]

Bull stares at her for a long moment. "You want me to reach up in--" He cuts off, blushing furiously. 

[GamesMaster]

"Can ye or can't ye?" she demands. 

[The Iron Bull]

"Fuck me with a brick," Bull grumbles in giantish, then nods curtly. "Fine. Yes. What do you need done? Exactly as you can."

[GamesMaster]

"Baby's coming out head first. Ye gotta reach around the side, feel for the neck. There's a thick cord around the neck. Ye need to tug it over 's head so 'e doesn't choke, or cut it off 'm, yer choice."

[The Iron Bull]

Bull frowns for a few seconds, then asks, "how much tougher- or less tough- is this cord compared to a cow, horse or pig's cord?"

[GamesMaster]

"No idea. But it's not super tough, no."