Cries of pain strike her ears and she's up, wide awake and alert as of the misery that is being placed upon one of the herd members that it was her sole duty to ensure they were healthy. Struggling beneath the weight of her body, her legs pull her up, shaking away orange sand that leaps from her amber coat. Another cry hits her in the chest instead of the ears this time.
Flashbacks of Cera replay in her mind as she bursts from her napping location, buried into a thicket. Half of the foliage that had acted as shelter hung on with a grip of shock. Somewhere along the line, it becomes obvious that the calls strangling her with fear isn't Cera being mauled before her very eyes by a cougar, and in reality, is Alija.
It's evident when her strides collect themselves into a canter, huffing her chest forward with a tired fashion before giving way to a trot. The thought of how she must look lazy and tired with the weight of grass belly having slowed her down crosses her mind and fades to the sight of a violet mare spread over the grass and sand near the lake. A part of her twists into worry as of if something had gotten her. None of the predators that were big enough to kill or seriously injure a horse came in this close other than for the times that drink was needed. Attacks on herd members beside the lake seemed unheard of, but she was prepared to take on what horrors occurred.
"A-Alija....?" The whisper has a difficult finding it's escape route, brought back into her throat by the fear that she'll watch one of her fellow healers die at her hands, soaked in blood and lost to whatever had gotten there before Sikeax.
The squeal that peels out of Alija's lips has the honey coloured girl beside her in seconds, falling down to her knees beside her. It's then that she notices this isn't death, more of the arrival of life. The unicorn had been given the gift of a child.
"You're going to be fine. Let your body do the work and move with what's happening." She'd never birthed a foal and had no known idea as of how the process went, but as she watched pain expel from the other female in cries of agony, she can only hope there's nothing to serious going on within.
The child comes when Sikeax turns her head away, offering a sacred moment left only for the mother and her new love. It's movements tell it's time to step away, leaving the presence of the pair to watch their tale begin. A name comes into the trio and Sikeax can only smile. Mothers always knew what was best for their child. "He's a lovely colt with a handsome name. How do you feel? Any pains other than labour related?"
She tries desperately to avoid interference while maintaining her job. This was special time that she must of shared with Adrixaura sometime long in the past when she was laid in the snow and freezing. It all seemed too far off compared to watching another come to the living world and slap them all in the face. Others died only to be replaced by others who would die in the future in an endless cycle no one could find relief to.

OOC: Hope you don't having Sikeax stop in and make sure everything is okay. If things get moving fast, you can skip her. She's just standing to the side.
@[Alija]