Lucky for her, the babe was most certainly in the right position for birthing. It was a difficult birth, however, as the baby was a bit big. It took almost a full day for the boy to show himself to the world... A hefty little fellow with a mop of brown curls on his head. The infant cried lustily while she lay prone, pale and shaking with fatigue. Even still, she reached out for the little one. Assuming Tristan gave the babe to her, she held the squirmy bundle to her and immediately fell in love. There were no words from her, for she was too exhausted to speak, ashen. Somehow, the strength of a new mother made it possible for her to simply place a kiss on his downy brow.

She could no longer keep her eyes open. Ruth fell into a deep sleep...

She awoke with a start about three hours later. She blinked her eyes several times and then weakly pushed herself up. "Where is he? Is he alright?"