She winced on his behalf and reached out to dab a bit of smudge off his cheek? Just in time for Irias to give up on poking the bottle and start poking Beryl's nose. Ack. Trying not to sneeze on the infant...

...that took more self control than she thought as she lifted her head to let her play with a chin instead. Sheesh. "We're not broken," she sighed eventually. "We. Do you think we could...do anything like this?" she kind of lifted Irias a little.