Sephiroth: *frowns at Jenna’s statement and disinterest, then grunts and nudges Zack away from the crib* I will handle this. You take care of your own child, please. She will try to eat my bootlaces soon.
Zack: *frowns, having not wanted to move* I was fine, Sephiroth. Really, I was. If you don’t know what to do, the egg will get cold and die. I can look after it.