( She almost can't handle how precious the little thing is. It doesn't matter if it's nothing that looks human at all — more bird-like than anything, really — he's a baby. She lifts her hand to her mouth for just a moment as he makes those noises, giving a quiet gasp to her own palm before she's returning to reach for and accept the little darling. She isn't afraid to take him; how could she ever be afraid of this....?

And indeed, something is happening, perhaps something magical. Rose's eyes widen; it's not the first time she's witnessed some sort of magic or power in this place, but it's the first time it's been quite so tender. She's left feeling better than she has all month, even if it's subtle — movements aren't so aching, body isn't so fatigued. One layer of wear and sickness ebbed away, even if only for a while.

She's taking him and holding him close, careful. His body certainly isn't like a human baby's, more rounded; she won't tilt him too far back. But the hold is still a cradle, gently pressed to her chest as she stares down at him. How long has it been since she's held a baby...? She still remembers Sharon so tiny, so small and perfect. )

I think that sounds perfect. ( Her eyes, previously fixed on the little one, look back up to Falco with a soft smile. ) And you could probably give him some mashed up bananas sometime, too. When Sharon was a baby, she loved trying out all kinds of different things.