Eirlys looks a little puzzled as she says she's from an alienage, eyes automatically flicking up to Herian's ears. There hadn't been any elven blooded humans in Gwaren, not for many years before she was born, but it seems like the most logical answer here, and she nods understanding. "Forgive me if I slip into the title now and then. Old habits die hard."

About twenty minutes later she emerges from the tent, looking a little tired herself and wiping her hands on a towel that she stuffs into a pouch on her belt to wash later. "She's sleeping now. She's very tired and dehydrated, but she'll be fine. I'm afraid baby may be quite weak, from how little she's had in the way of nutritious food to be passed to him in the womb, but as long as she rests well and produces enough milk, I think they'll be fine." She offers Herian a grateful smile. "It was lucky you got her here when you did."