Logan had questions, all spoken into the mind of the other man. Who was he? What was he? Why was he talking to his Mommy? There was an odd surge of protectiveness over his mother. He let on that he knew about what happened between Laura and Gabriel, he gave glimpses of his mother in tears, alone, clutching a bulging stomach. The sense of emptiness the house gave before the triplets had been born. The depth of his mother's sadness, what he felt from her. It was almost as if he wanted to point out how fragile Laura was, and how he didn't want to see her broken again. Even for a toddler there was little doubt on the power he wielded. It didn't surpass Merlin's, of course, but it surpassed his mothers.

Laura smiled, "You are very welcome Merlin." She only hoped that whatever Logan let on was not too much. But there was little she could do if he had.