In the back of the room, Isaura was being washed down and weighed, her measurements taken. And she is protesting like mad. She doesn't like any of it one bit. Her crying is loud, and she keeps jerking her arms away whenever they tried to get the little blood sample to check to be safe.
"Hush now, we just need to..." Looked up and smiled. He is more than allowed. "Think you can help try and soothe her. We're not worried about lung development at all, just need to check certain levels in her system."