Hydra decided that helping her, or rather, finding someone to help her would work better than helping her himself and so he ignored her last pained cry and rushed from the seaside shack. His stride ate up ground and he almost barreled right into someone along his way.
It was a man. Shorter than him, but sleek and elegant. Holding a bag of somekind.
"You look panicked," he said, voice like honey.
Hydra calmed, looking at him, "my... wife... is pregnant and something is hurting her." The mans goldengreen eyes flashed dangerously and he took on a stern look.
"You're the one that lives on the seaside?" Hydra nodded, the man smiled, "you're in luck, friend, I'm new here and was on my way to get acquanted." He smiled, Hydra nodded and off they were to the shack.
Hydra burst through the door, looking panicked, "Aura-lee, someone is here to help," he breathed, followed by the healer.
"Hi, can you tell me how you feel?" Again, his voice was honey and he reached to press a cool had to the woman's stomach, curious.