Estelle was worried. Clearly this man didn't seem to be experienced in helping a woman giving birth. His eyes were filled with panic while his entire face had drenched in his own sweat. She looked back at the door of her mother's room. Oddly it appeared that no one really cared about her mother considering how no one seemed to come even though her mother had let out a loud groan of pain. Estelle herself wished she could do something but she wasn't able to move anything in the dream, only clutching her hand in worry as she watched the man struggle to help.
She saw as the man tried to help her mother giving birth. The blood began to bleed out profusely and even though Estelle couldn't smell it, she could imagine the fragrance of iron filling the large bedroom. The man had seemed to use some kind of magic to alleviate her mother's pain but regardless it was still painful.
The process was much longer considering he was alone to take care of her writhing mother.
