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Aran took the hand, and helped him up. "Ya see, some of the others have already left to go and return those who have been corrupted. As far as I know, some went after Tibarn and Rei, and then after a while a Soldier said that the corrupted guard was attacking the countryside, Abel leading them." He paused, then continued on.

"So Alihi, Ganon, Chad, Ephraim and Blossom as well as some of the constabulary headed out to stop them. Right now Me, You, Renault, Bartre and Nino are still here." He was about to continue when he heard a loud cry throughout the mansion.

"Hmm.. It could've been either Amara or Vah. Hopefully everything is okay up there.." He said while gesturing towards the stairs. "Maybe we should check it out?"

"Yeah, we have range on our side. I have a Javelin on me just in case. Bartre and Renault are here too in case we falter" And with that, Aran headed upstairs with Nometal following him.

(Gotta go, Aran can be NPC if you'd like.)

"Ahh... why?"

The Soldier from earlier stood back in the doorway, a confused look on his face. In their haste to leave, nobody remembered to close the front door. Vah's wails had carried out the front door, and the Soldier, concerned, came back inside just in time to hear Aran mention a Javelin.

From the early days of his youth, his mother had also given birth to a younger sister. He knew a little something of babies.

"A baby's not something to be scared of," he said with a nervous laugh. "When a baby cries, it just wants something. Here, let me see."

Javert the Soldier eagerly ran upstairs, tripping as he reached the top step. Pausing a second, he removed his helmet, revealing a head of short, brown hair and a youthful smile. He walked into the bedroom unarmed, yet perfectly safe.

Lyre sighed, unfazed. Once you spend some time with baby Gallian children, nothing really gets you the same way. It's kind of like a high pitch screaming such as Vah's, but combined with an ear piercing cat yowling. She wiped away Vah's tears with the corner of her blanket, humming softly and looking around for something of Ayra's... she noticed a large hawk feather discarded on the floor. She picked it up, and held it up to Vah offhandedly.

Vaherianslyeri hiccuped again, then sniffed and looked up with red, puffy eyes to stare at the feather. That was familiar... it smelled like daddy, it felt like a piece of daddy. He reached out and grasped it in one tiny baby hand after a few failed gropes. It stopped her crying, at least, but for the occasional hiccup and wiggle. Wet diapers are uncomfortable! D:

She pulled the feather close, waving it in front of herself as she began to whimper again-- she badly needed a change and a bottle!

Bottle, bottle. Right. Bottle.

First, rubber...

It didn't take Javert long to find one, searching through the bag of baby things and finding the rubber caps that oft accompanied bottles. Actually, there was a bottle or two within as well. Convenient!

Next, having paused for a second to ask Nometal the way to their kitchen, he arrived therein, finding the icebox. He opened it up, glancing around for the milk. If there's a baby here, they have to have milk... can't raise a baby without some... here we go!

Unscrewing the lid, he poured some cold milk into the bottle, filling it up.
Next it needed to be warmed up. He wasn't sure why, it was just what his mother had told him. The first time he'd been asked to fetch a bottle and returned with cold beer ("But Daddy drinks it!"), she'd smacked him upside the head. Taking a nearby pot and filling it up with water, he set the bottle in the pot and carefully placed it over the fireplace, letting it warm up.
Once the matter of warming up the bottle was finished, he traipsed back up the stairs, handing the filled bottle to Lyre. Hopefully, it wasn't too hot... he'd done it a few times before in the past, but then again, that was the past. Still some time to forget timing.

EDIT: Just found out I didn't do the research. Give me a minute.