John stood as she left, feet silent on the floor. In a moment Nana returned, a tiny bundle in her arms, making soft cooing sounds to Rose. John went to them, and eased away the fold of blanket. Rose lay there, wriggling slightly, flushed from sleep and from wanting to be fed. John smiled; she seemed willing and able to wail very loudly.
"It might be best if you fed her before I ask to hold her," he said. "Otherwise they'll hear her in Spokane."