Day 4: one of them playing an instrument
Heather walked into the hut ready to collapse onto her bed only to be hit by the shock of complete and utter destruction. Just like she had guessed, Ingrid refused to go to bed without her lullaby and now poor Fishlegs had to try and soothe her with his pan flute. Heather let out an amused sigh and wandered into her child's room.
"Play along with me alright," Heather whispered to Fishlegs before sitting on the edge of the bed and tucking in the four-year-old. Kissing her daughter's forehead Heather began to sing while Fishlegs provided the music.
"The sky is dark and the hills are white as the storm-king speeds from the north tonight, and this is the song the storm-king sings, as over the world his cloak he flings: sleep, sleep, little one, sleep; he rustles his wings and gruffly sings: sleep, little one, sleep." The two parents let out a relieved sigh, seeing the little girl fast asleep and no sign of her waking up until the morning.
"I'm guessing she refused to go to sleep," Heather said as the two sat in their room simply enjoying the comfort of each other. The only reply she got was a groggy 'yeah' before she was met with gently snoring. Heather looked over at her now sleeping husband and couldn't help but smile, she would certainly have to properly thank him for dealing with the kids. Placing a kiss atop Fishleg's forehead, Heather laid her head against his chest and fell asleep herself.