Kaelyn looked down at her young son and felt her heart melt for him a little - he was near cross eyed looking at the toy and explaining his attempts to help - he'd already tried to shout his sister awake. She knew of course it was wrong to baby him. Heir to the Iron Throne, she reminded herself but he was her baby and he was not so old. "Gwyn sometimes can't hear," she said softly. "because she sleeps so deep - but if she could she would have been very grateful for Wolf's help, I'm sure." She scooped him up knowing he would not protest - he never squirmed away the way Genna had when she was younger than this even. She kissed his hair softly and showed him what she had been writing. "I hear your letters are going very well," she praised. "Would you like to show Mother?" She moved the notes out of the way first before giving him the quill and thinking if he could write his whole name for her she would reward him by letting him seal it with the grey wax. He'd like that she was sure.