Pacing, yes, pacing was something she was good at, and so she paced. Twenty steps got her to one side of the room, twenty more to the oppisit side. She wasn't sure what she could do with the infant propt up on pillows, watching her with wide blue eyes as he fisted the black blanket with its blue dragon. Fai burbled sleepily, his grip relaxing as he squirmed against the pillows yawning.
Kitiarou paused in her pacing to watch her charge slowly fall asleep, not a peep or whine from him. The gentle rise and fall of his tiny chest soothed her as she once again wondered how she little she had protested the pep talk she'd recived prior to adopting the tiny flaxen haired child. Her friend knew her too well, and had predicted her adopting a second one as well. Shaking her head she went to adjust the baby, removing the giant pillow and shook out the blanket before tucking it in around the little demon.
She glanced back once before clicking off the light and walking the few steps towards the other nursery.
