*holds Arandur in the crook of one arm and snags a baby blanket from where it's hanging on the coat rack (don't ask questions, Cúthalion) in case the little one gets cold in the sweltering summer heat*
I won't let you hurt her.
*sigh*
Keys? Wallet? Sunglasses?
*nodding* We are a go for launch, Captain. *with a rueful smile* Eru, I've been out of the game so long I don't even remember the lingo anymore.