"Don't be angry, love. She's just a babe." Zira slipped out before Crowley could reply, and went to help the child settle down, hoping she would sleep a bit longer. She fussed, until he picked her up, and she pressed her mouth against his chest.
Hungry. She was hungry. Zira sighed. He had no food for her, as little as she was she was likely still on a bottle. He offered his finger, hoping she'd settle if she sucked on it.