I sat for long periods of time in a car with three grown men who complained about their arses going numb if we drove for longer than an hour with no bathroom breaks. A baby crying is nothing.

[ It's said sweetly, but the teasing edge is there. For a moment, it's like things are normal again. Ignis doesn't grin but his smile widens enough for a hint of teeth and he's genuinely happy for a beat. This is normal. This can be their new normal, they just have to fumble blindly through it. At least he has experience with that. ]

I do. She's quite sweet. One of her nurses picked her up a stuffed calico cat and she seems quite thrilled with it. The last time I saw her, she was gumming furiously at a paw, loath to let it go.