[Celestine's weak fussiness draws Hendrik out of his fairly dull haze of reading up on Heliodor's local flora and fauna, and he sets aside the book to look her over. He smiles when he checks her temperature, carefully taking her out of the bassinet and standing up.]
It feels like the fever may have finally broken... You gave your father quite the scare, little one.
[Holding the swaddled baby against his chest, Hendrik looks through Jasper's setup for Celestine and finds her milk bottle. He offers her the bottle while walking around a little, body aching as the days of travel start catching up with him but also in need of some movement after sitting in that chair for hours.
Lacking anything else to say to Celestine at the moment, he hums what he remembers of a festival song from his childhood. The accompanying words are mostly forgotten, but the song was how he remembered any of the Zwaardsrust Ondo.]
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It feels like the fever may have finally broken... You gave your father quite the scare, little one.
[Holding the swaddled baby against his chest, Hendrik looks through Jasper's setup for Celestine and finds her milk bottle. He offers her the bottle while walking around a little, body aching as the days of travel start catching up with him but also in need of some movement after sitting in that chair for hours.
Lacking anything else to say to Celestine at the moment, he hums what he remembers of a festival song from his childhood. The accompanying words are mostly forgotten, but the song was how he remembered any of the Zwaardsrust Ondo.]