Prometheus grunted irritably, pausing his pacing to scrape his hindclaws against the ground, like a cat kicking sand over its faeces. Once he'd dug out a shallow hole, he squatted again over it, this time leaning his weight more further back. This time felt a bit better, and he lingered there for a moment, letting out a few loud, heavy exhales.

"It'll calm you down if you drink it, Hades. Besides, this is going quite smoothly compared to human pregnancies," Hythlodaeus said to the clearly fretting Hades, while Prometheus tried cooperating with his unpredictable contractions, "There's less screaming, for one."

"I'm gonna start screaming in frustration in a minute," Prometheus growled, leaning a bit more forward again, breathing heavier as his muscles visibly contracted, a low grunt catching in his throat.