[The baby looks like a baby. Hendrik tilts his head at the tiny face, unable to discern the age of the child besides being no more than a few months old. Less than three months? That just seems awfully irresponsible, entrusting such a young child at an age when the baby should be breastfeeding.

His brows knit together as he tries to figure out what to do. He doesn't think the castle kitchens will have milk this late; any such ingredients would be used for dinner desserts.

But it's a baby. He'd heard enough from his older sisters and mother that babies had to eat frequently. And sleep frequently.]

Then...

[He shakes himself. He needs to be decisive. Or at least feign it in this situation.]

Then I will fetch supplies for you. I presume you will be returning to your room? I can drop them off once I return.