She turned red too... it was certainly not every day that a priest got a good, long look at... the unmentionables. She cleared her throat and murmured, "Um... thank ye fer yer help. I know that had ta be... um..." She didn't finish. She was tired and sore, but she had somehow brought two little things into the world with the help of a priest, a boy, and a doctor. Things would be awkward between them for that one, but she still owed him her gratitude. "Anyway... I'd like it very much if ye met the babes... The boy is Harold... after his papa, of course..." She knew Pony would probably not like that, but she owed her husband that much. "And this pretty little one is Niamh," pronounced "Neev." She was trying to make it less awkward by showing off the babies.