The crying ripped through the hallways again and again. The baby had been crying for a good ten minutes now, or rather…ten minutes since Fenris had gone in to quiet her. Hawke sat up in bed, feeling groggy and a little aggravated from their child's loud cries.

She ripped the covers off of her and stumbled towards the nursery. Fenris rocked and bounced the baby girl, trying to calm her down as best he could. He was humming, stroking her hair, trying to get her to go back to sleep, but she was not having it.

"Is she all right?" Hawke stepped into the nursery, trying to keep her voice down so she did not frighten her child any more. Fenris moved the child gently upwards so that she was leaning against his shoulder, and crying right into his ear.

"I'm not sure. I've burped her, rocked her… perhaps something frightened her?" Hawke scanned the room for any hint of something that would frighten an infant, only shadows and tiny rag dolls. Just to be sure, Hawke covered said dolls with a blanket.

"A bad dream maybe?"

"Do infants even dream?" Hawke regarded him for a moment. He was being serious, she knew. Fenris did not seem the paternal type, and he had been very uncertain and nervous during her pregnancy, claiming he knew close to nothing about caring for an infant. She could not blame him, more than likely the chance to change a diaper had never presented to him in Tevinter.

"Yes." She said calmly. "They do." The cries were beginning to wane, but that did not mean the girl was done wailing yet. Hawke rubbed her eyes, she was exhausted and clueless. She had cared for Carver and Bethany a few times in the past back in Lothering when her mother was busy, but Leandra had always come to assist her if she needed it. What she would give for her mother to be here to tell her what to do.

"Here…let me see her." Hawke reached out and allowed Fenris to hand her the wailing child. Hawke bounced her for a moment, patting and rubbing her back while trying to calm her. "When was the last time we fed her?"

"The last time she woke us up." Fenris replied simply, stretching his arms above his head. He looked just as tired as she felt. What time could it have been? Two? Three in the morning maybe?

"Diaper?"

"Clean." Hawke nodded, and Fenris looked amused. "I am not entirely clueless when it comes to these things Hawke." He pointed out. Hawke opened her mouth to defend herself, when the cries began to come to a halt, and the baby began to calm down. Both parents looked at each other with relief as the crying stopped, and silence ensued.

"Oh thank the…" Hawke was cut off by a nasty coughing noise, and something warm running down her back. She dared not move, and glanced at Fenris out of the corner of her eye, who was doing all he could not to laugh.

"Well…there is the problem…" He covered his mouth with his fist, and "coughed".

"Just…take her…take her!" Fenris lifted the child away from her, chuckling and set her back in the cradle. Hawke felt the spit-up in her hair and down her back, and felt repulsed.

"Would you like a towel?" Fenris mused.

"Don't get too smart elf…or I'll aim her at you next time…"