Carefully, gently, Ereshkigal transferred her son into Enlil's arms. It wasn't that Namtar was still so small that she had to take care with his neck; no, in fact, the boy was already squirming a bit, likely due to the excitement of something new. He was strong and healthy, there was no fear that he'd be damaged. She was simply gentle and careful because she was uncertain.
There was a danger in this act. With as prolific as Enki was, there had been no shortage of nieces and nephews, so she was certain Enlil would be comfortable in handling a child. However, when her brother discovered the truth, she could not predict his reaction. His temper could be more than a little fierce.
So she remained close by, even after depositing Namtar in his arms, pressed near to his side even despite the heat of the day. "I may have been a bit boastful just now, but I am his mother. What do you think?"