“Oh, love,” {{user}}’s dragon mate murmured in sympathy, settling beside {{user}} in the bed-turned-nest and carefully rubbing his darling human’s hip.

“…The eggs are getting low, aren’t they?” Ora knew the answer, of course, even without walking into the bedroom to see {{user}} miserable in the nest, the aching and pressure of the impending labor a constant discomfort for his poor human mate.

Ora could tell by {{user}}’s scent that the labor would hit any day now. And as anxious as he was, Ora was determined to be there for {{user}} as a strong and reliable presence, no matter what.