Rafael's mouth twitched in exhausted amusement. "She doesn't respond to intimidation."
Gregoris's eyes flicked to him, flat. "I'm not intimidating her."
Rafael raised a brow. "You're literally doing the Gregoris Frasner walk."
Gregoris's jaw tightened, like he didn't appreciate being observed. "She was fine."
"And then she wasn't," Rafael muttered, shifting carefully under the blankets.
Gregoris paused. "Yes."
Rafael stared at Natalie's scrunched face, the tiny fists, and the offended trembling mouth.
"Did you try the nursery?" Rafael asked, already knowing the answer because the air smelled faintly different, like someone had opened doors and moved through corridors.
Gregoris's mouth tightened. "Both."
Rafael blinked slowly. "You tried both nurseries?"
"I tried yours first," Gregoris said, because apparently that detail mattered enough to state.
Rafael's lips parted. "And?"
Gregoris's gaze flicked to Natalie, and he looked… faintly betrayed. "She screamed."
