That is not fixable on a shoestring budget. Not at all.

“Does the Underworld have good systems for childcare?” she wonders, softly.

"We try to keep babies with their mothers when we can."

“Thank you.”

Sad hair nestle. Okay, so break out of the Underworld with Zag and then go shove some industrialization down the throats of humanity, that sounds like a plan.

It does not take long for the baby to die after the compressions cut off its oxygen. Thanatos lays a hand on top of the pregnant woman's belly, and then he's cradling the baby in his arms. "I'm sorry, little girl," he tells the baby. It's a very small baby, and clearly a newborn despite the lack of the telltale blood that a recent birth would have.

Yvette slides out of Thanatos’s hair, hops down his arm, and scoots over on his hand to croon a little lullaby to the recently deceased baby.

The woman still doesn't know her baby won't come out, but her pushes are growing fainter. The compressions ruptured the umbilical cord, and now she is bleeding rather a lot. "Just another moment and you will meet your mum," he murmurs to the conspicuously silent baby. "They don't cry when they die here," he explains, probably to Yvette. "They don't feel any pain."

She gives a little affirmative hum against his hand, nuzzling it a little, but yep. She’s still going to keep gently singing to the little baby. It helps drown out the sounds of a woman dying in childbirth, anyway.

It only takes a minute before the death knell, and Thanatos looks at the woman again to offer her his hand. He takes hers and pulls her to her feet, then offers her the baby. "It's a beautiful baby girl," he says, softly.

    "—oh. She's... I'm..."

"Yes."

There’s no real comfort Yvette can offer here, as a tiny mote of stars. She’ll just quietly slide back up to return to her nesting spot in Thanatos’s hair. With proper medical attention they both could have been fine, it’s so incredibly unfair and she hates it so much. She was already working on how to transfer power to herself through the fabric of this very structured world with its powerful barriers, but now she’s working on it with great prejudice.

"Hermes will be with you, for your next abode. I'm sorry it had to be this way."

And he turns to leave. Hermes takes the shade before they can notice.

“It doesn’t, actually,” she says. “Have to be this way. Forever, I mean, there’s not much to be done about it now. If we come across someone I think I can save, may I try?”

"...you may, but the Fates might not agree with your choice. Then again, it might be Fated that you would intervene."

Oh, fuck the Fates, she doesn’t say, but thinks, very loudly.

“Thank you. Is there a way I could know their ruling beforehand?”

"My sisters are not known to take kindly to visitors. There have been situations when they chose to disclose their designs, but they have all been at their own discretion."

“Well, then I suppose I’ll just have to act as I think is best, and apologize to them if I have upset any of their plans.”

"As do we all." Teleport now they're in a big city. "I believe they gave Zagreus access to a few prophecies in which he personally takes part."

"Huh! How does he feel about that?"

"You would have to ask him."

"I will, whenever we're done hanging out in the time weirdness and I can talk to myself again. This is a little weird to experience, it's not at all like the time relativity I'm used to working with. Kinda neat, though."

"It's the only one I know."

Here's the house of a rich guy who's in bed surrounded by loved ones in his last moments.

Oh, that's a nice way to go. Good for the rich guy, probably.

"Well, from my perspective it's kind of like most of my mind is opaque to the part of me that's thinking for this little mote, and vice versa. Usually it's more like, uh, some of me has more time to think in than others, but I can see it all at the same time, and the differences in speed aren't very large anyway unless part of me's going much faster than others. And here I'm just neatly cut off from myself. I might be able to fight the thing doing this and have my mind be perfectly interconnected again, but that seems like the sort of dumb thing that will not do anything useful at all, get me into at least one big fight, and maybe drive me insane while I'm at it. So. I haven't done that and don't plan to."

"Sensible."

The old guy doesn't have many objections to being taken, and clearly had made his peace with death a while ago.

After he's gone, Thanatos stops for a while, closes his eyes, and takes a deep breath.

Yvette gives a little comforting hum from her nest in his hair. Probably what's going to happen next is going to suck, isn't it. He seems like he thinks it's going to suck, he doesn't seem like the type to just take a break between easy jobs.

They teleport to a battlefield, so the probable answer is "yes".

If the time shenanigans from before were more of the time travel flavour, now the world is decidedly in slow motion. The battle is happening before their eyes, but they can catch the trajectory of each arrow as it flies, see each blow just as it's about to land.

Thanatos has his work cut out for him.

That he does. Wow. Intellectually, she always knew war was Hell, but, well. Yep. This is definitely more Hell-flavored than the literal Underworld part of her's trapped in, isn't it.

She cannot interfere in a way that makes this all stop. Saving someone's life in one moment does not actually get them out of the danger and horrors of war, or even guarantee they'll last the day. Maybe she'll have an opening or two to stabilize someone that's on the edge of bleeding out, but, well. Probably most of what she could potentially do here is actually going to be a major waste of power and attention that could be used elsewhere more efficiently. And looking around with her extra vision - there are other powers at play here. Gods, and powerful ones. She doesn't particularly want to get their attention, or get in the middle of a divine spat. Probably best to just be Thanatos's little mote companion and little else.