Erik waited, silently, eventually reaching out in a calculated move to squeeze Pietro's shoulder, briefly, but then dropped his arm again just as quickly. "I understand your pain," he murmured, allowing a note of pity to creep into his voice before he continued sternly, "But there's more." His tone demanded Pietro's attention, even in the throes of his sorrow. Erik turned to stare at the bassinet, and when he spoke it was with deliberate gentleness and relief. "We rescued those of our kind that we could from the chaos." He paused for effect, enjoying his little tableau, and added with quiet drama, "Including your daughter."