Jessica eyes Draco at his comment, but wisely keeps her mouth shut and doesn't go up there to thwap him on the head.

Mia holds some of the ice in her mouth and lets the rest melt on her lips, her breathing a little easier now that contractions are spacing out again.

"Soon, Jessica?" Mia pleads.

Another check, and the priestess says, "Yeah, soon. Need some help getting comfortable?"

Mia nods and moves to recline some, mostly on Draco.

Lemia's on her other side to hold her hand, but she's also reaching to help hold back her daughter's leg, just behind the knee.

"Does that help some?" Lemia asks, and Mia replies with another nod, reaching to take more ice chips from Draco.