Zira had the baby outside, in the fresh air. He headed down the stairs a minute after Crowley, and went past him into Cassiel's nursery. He put the child in her playpen with some toys, kissed her forehead, then returned to Crowley, looking idly at his room's door.
"Is he still in there?"
He was, sprawled out on the sofa as they'd left him the night before.