"And I don't think anyone can blame you for that," he replied, smiling back at her. Gods knew he certainly didn't. He wanted to find out the gender of their baby so badly, as well as see and hear for himself that they were doing fine. (He knew Pleione would probably say if something was amiss, but Atlas knew nothing about carrying a child, or birthing one. He was in full-on 'overprotective, nervous father' mode.
When Pleione's name was called, he stood with her, because anyone who tried to tell him he had to wait out here had another thing coming.