"That'll ruin the moment!" Prometheus barked back, not noticing Lahabrea and Elidibus watching because of the whole, oh, you know, giving birth thing, "We're not having you teleport the kid out!"

"Oh dear," Hythlodaeus muttered, leaning over to quickly snag the drink from Hades's hand when he, too, noticed their guests, "This might get nasty."

Because, as stated previously, he read up a lot on dragon reproductive cycles, just in case something did go wrong. He, alongside Hades, closesly monitored Prometheus and the egg, and everything was fine. However, Hythlodaeus's studies also told him that mother dragons got, ah, a bit ornery, if anyone not considered family or a mate hung about during and immediately after the egg laying process. While Prometheus's mental state was more aligned with Amaurotine, he did submit to draconic instincts more often than not.

Last thing they needed was Prometheus literally trying to bite Lahabrea and Elidibus's heads off for intruding on his nest.

"Just take deep breaths!" Hythlodaeus called over, trying to keep Prometheus's attention fixed on him and Hades, rather than potentially noticing their guests, "Think of it like constipation! Push, then relax, then push again!"

"That's- not- helping- Hyth!"