A soft laugh as the baby's mouth opens again, this time with a little more purpose as he reaches for (and misses) what's under her tunic.

"Of course he's happy to see me. He's hungry. There's nothing there for you, da'len. They're only for show. Mamae will be back with the real ones soon enough."

She hoists the baby up against her shoulder as his head keeps lolling toward her, mouth grasping at what is only inches away. In his new position, he gums his own hand and drools against Pel's shoulder.

"How are talks going with the old man?"