Andromeda chuckled back at Ted, picking up their daughter and setting her on her bed. "I suppose the fact they desperately need me plays a part in that, too." She smirked, then handing Dora some crayons and paper, gently patting her head.
"Just set them on the back of that chair for now. We haven't really set up any laundry system, so air drying wherever you can find a spot to set things is what we have to do." She pointed to the chair near their bed and shrugged. She couldn't really complain, though. Things could have been much worse for them.