((Perhaps the chiurgeon? My impression was that the covenant was smaller than even Cill Chuimein, so it's possible that we don't even have a midwife. You'd have to run to Cill Chuimein, which is only about a mile, but it's in the direction the Elfqueen just went.))
Janet begins sobbing hysterically and Anne[1] rushes over to comfort her while a midwife is sought. After a second of murmuring, Anne calls out to the other newcomer, "Are you the father? She'd be much eased by your presence." (In Gaelic, assuming that is the local language)
Meanwhile, Thomas picks himself up off the ground, shivering and taking delicate steps, as though the ground hurt his feet. He puts on his clothes as he mumbles to himself, quietly enough that only those nearest can hear him. [size=85]"It's quite natural for them to be more focused on the birth, as I have no visible wounds. My irritation is completely unjustified. Did I just say that aloud?"[/size]
He buckles on a pair of exquisitely polished silver vambraces to his arms as Anne calls out to him. When he responds, the accent of Borderlans nobility is clear in his voice "Madam, I am only their father in the truest sense of the word. What? What I mean is, the girl is half my age and I've never touched her. Which I suppose might appear to be gentlemanly as we've only just been married, given other circumstances. Ah, I see now. I understand."
He steps into the light towards her, and we can see that while his clothes are that of a Laird, his face is covered in the tattoos of House Criamon.
[1]Not claiming the grog, just picking her up for this post. Feel free to use speak through her in yours.