Kafka blinked, jaw falling open. "Wha—"
"You're disturbing everything!" She snapped. "If you're that restless, go disturb someone else! Lyra, for instance—she said earlier she wanted to talk to you!"
"I did not!" Lyra shouted immediately from the far side of the room. "Nurses! Anyone! Guard me! Guard me from that man! I don't know who he is!"
Several celestial attendants immediately formed a wall of protection in front of her bed.
"Don't let him come near me!" Lyra begged, clutching the sheets. "Please, anything but him! I'll face another contraction, I'll face twins—but not him right now!"
Kafka froze mid-step, staring at the protective formation of divine nurses.
"You've got to be kidding me…"
He then sighed, shoulders slumping, then turned toward Seraphina's bed instead.
"Seraphina?"
