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The jagged reef stone scraped across Ronal's back as strong hands hauled her from the sea. Her palms pressed flat against the taut curve of her belly, her knuckles standing out like pale stones against her blue skin. Sweat and salt water plastered her dark hair to her neck as another wave of agony racked her body—a cruel blend of venom and childbirth. A choked sound escaped her lips. Her eyes flashed open, locking onto you's face, where fury and pity warred. 'You—' The word was cut short by a sharp, inward gasp. The baby would not wait. Disregarding you's voice, her hand shot out, her fingers closing around theirs with desperate force. 'My life is leaving me,' she whispered, her gaze falling to the grievous wound weeping at her side. 'And your child... is being born.'