Jon's eyes raised to the captain with a smirk, "Would you care to hold her captain? I think now is as good as time as any." Perhaps this time she wouldn't have to run off in such a hurry for some unknown reason. Besides he had a feeling that holding the child would be a good thing for the captain. It wasn't everyday that the mercenaries had babies to tend to, actually it seemed quite rare for obvious reasons. Too bad that so few were so lucky. He was surprised that it didn't feel more strange. His scarred and war torn hands holding such innocence. At times when he saw the fair skin of the child against the tan of his it was like a direct comparison of the soul. The dark stains that had overcome him over the years weren't in either child. He hadn't even carried a knife around the little ones for fear of tainting them with dark thoughts. Still they stood a better chance than Mori or Jon ever had, he was certain of that.
Nemo placed his hands in his pockets hoping to make his arms unavailable to any little one. He wasn't comfortable holding a child, despite the fact that he was nothing more than a big kid sometimes. Still he did not want his large muscular fingers to be around anything that small unless it was a drink. He had seen the change in Jon already that the little ones had brought and he didn't want to be influenced in the same way at all. Neciel could hold the child all she wanted, that was fine. Actually it was more than fine...No! No thoughts of that... He had already done more than he had ever intended by given her that trinket. His eyes met Mori and easily recognized the thought behind her eyes. She still didn't trust him after all of these years. That was probably a good thing. The bandit didn't even trust himself. Lord knew why the captain had kept him so close.
Nemo placed his hands in his pockets hoping to make his arms unavailable to any little one. He wasn't comfortable holding a child, despite the fact that he was nothing more than a big kid sometimes. Still he did not want his large muscular fingers to be around anything that small unless it was a drink. He had seen the change in Jon already that the little ones had brought and he didn't want to be influenced in the same way at all. Neciel could hold the child all she wanted, that was fine. Actually it was more than fine...No! No thoughts of that... He had already done more than he had ever intended by given her that trinket. His eyes met Mori and easily recognized the thought behind her eyes. She still didn't trust him after all of these years. That was probably a good thing. The bandit didn't even trust himself. Lord knew why the captain had kept him so close.