After he lifted his spell, Pippa rolled her to her side, waving a hand over her face to seal the wound before moving back towards the dinner table. As she went to wave her hand to rid the pristine white tablecloth of the bright red stain, another wave of magic rolled through her as a contraction ripped through her Missy, her body preparing for the baby’s entrance into the world. Pippa trembled as her magic worked against itself. The need to go to and care for the baby and her Missy during labor was so overwhelmingly strong, but the force keeping her at the Estate because of the master's order was stronger. 