Lucivar burst the door open. "You're coming with me!"
Jaenelle dropped the brew she was preparing. Temper met temper. "You prick, look what you made me do!" She dodged him as he reached for her hand.
"I'm not even going to ask why you're not resting!" Furious, Lucivar assumed a fighting stance, his wings wide open. "But you're coming-"
"My moontime is almost over! Leave me alone, Lucivar!"
"Now!" he snarled, managing to grab her wrist. "Marian's in labor, we need you!"
She punched his shoulder, shouted, "And you only tell me now?" And took off before he could move.