The chuckle escalated into a full-blown laugh as Tyb realized what was going on and practically launched himself out of bed. She wasn't sure if it was the surprise or the panic was already setting in, but she knew that even though she was the one who was likely about to push a baby out tonight, she would be the one who managed to stay calm this evening.

"I'm okay," She assured him. "The contractions are pretty far apart." For now anyway. That was unlikely to last much longer, of that she was sure. Elsie did know that sitting was uncomfortable in her current position and so despite his urgings, she stood and pressed her hands into her back to help offset the weight. "Walking helps, really." It had been helping ever since she'd gotten up. It was supposed to make everything ease up a little bit and it really was more comfortable than sitting— until the contractions hit.

Stretching a bit, she eyed him carefully, reaching out to him to clutch his arm as a contraction gripped her. Elsie breathed through it, but it left her panting. Just then there was a knocking at the window, the familiar sound of an owl bringing the post. "That must be from Miss Moony." Elsie hoped it was just an assurance that the midwife was on the way.