"I'm glad." He moved to welcome her leg and arm, entirely comfortable with Wanda's closeness, familiar with it. When Eira had cried, he had started to move to see to her, but Wanda was already half up and said she would. She was anxious about this bout of terrors, and she was better at soothing them tonight then he was, despite her need of sleep where Vision required none.
He ran his hand along her shoulder, trying to soothe the worry he knew she felt. When in bed, he didn't wear the outfit that could respond to his phasing, and the touch of skin on synthetic skin was comforting. It was also an advantage that he was warm but did not sweat. "Will you be all right for tomorrow?" Sleepless nights were a norm for parents with young children. They had dealt with twins before, after all. But then the twins had been very used to him, and Eira was still accepting the new parent. Wanda had been able to sleep while the synthezoid tended to the often restless twins. For now, the worst nights Eira wanted Wanda.
"... We're going to have to find a way to speak to him about this." It was not a subject he wanted to bring up, but it was a bit of a necessity, and he knew Wanda was still awake with the worries stewing in her mind. "The notes will not do."