A shrill starting pitch of a cry roughly roused a certain blond from his peaceful slumber. After arriving home from Kim's place, Ron had become aware of the sleep that loomed over him and allowed himself the pleasure of not changing into his nightwear. Groaning in protest, he raised himself to a comfortable sitting position as he sought out the time. Aw man, I can't believe it's after eleven. Now, what could possibly be bugging her now? Getting up, he groggily padded over to the door that would open up to the hallway leading to the wailing of his three-year-old sister, Hana. Approaching the door, he turned the knob and walked in to see… "Bria, what are you doing home?" he was so surprised that he almost forgot that his parents were asleep. Sitting in the rocking chair situated alongside the crib was the silk clad brunette, cooing softly as she rocked the whimpering toddler.
Looking up from her task, she saw the disheveled culinary prodigy look at her as if she was the female counterpart of Monkey Fist. Smiling gently, she motioned for him to come closer. "Hey Dean, did she wake you?" seeing him shake his head as he came forward, she decided not to further the discussion as she went back to watching the girl in her arms. "I thought you were making a house call, so I didn't expect you to be home till tomorrow." Still rocking the child, she replied softly, "I did make the house call, but I left after Delle fell asleep." Chuckling softly, she continued in a hushed tone. "Of course, it took some time because she wouldn't let me go. So, I snuck out once she started snoring." Ron sniggered softly as well, fondly regarding his sister look at Hana as if she was the only thing that mattered. Seeing her stand, he stepped back and watched in rapt interest as she gently placed the now slumbering toddler in the crib. His eyes wandered to her figure briefly before he thought her abdomen looked slightly larger. Dismissing it as his want for sleep playing with his already drowsy mindset, he waltzed over to the dark fighter and smiled down at his youngest sibling. Hugging the young woman standing alongside him, his smile grew fonder as he felt her return it. Kissing the crown of her head, he whispered, "Goodnight, Bria" before slipping out of the embrace and heading to his waiting bed.
The Huntress, however, continued to keep watch of her surrogate sibling. Bending down to bestow a kiss to the girl's forehead, she placed a hand on her slim stomach. I hope my child is as beautiful as you, sweetie. Straightening up, she walked over to the window she had clambered through moments before. Opening the window, she hiked up her floor length nightdress before she made to stand on the roof just outside. Once she was on the roof, she closed it back and crouched low before she hopped upwards, a few stray leaves substituting for her earlier presence.