Baby turians don't like the cold, Garrus had explained the first time Shepard happened upon father and daughter snuggled up together under the thickest of their winter blankets. The weather had turned chilly overnight, even on Vancouver's standards. She had crawled in with them, despite not needing the blanket herself - Cerberus's intensive genetic modification had made her largely immune to variations in temperature - the faint whuffling of the child sleeping content between her parents the only sound in the night. But it was the best sound.