"Oh, you're active." [i]Oliver chuckled, then lifting up Alistair high. He cradled the child quietly, smiling to himself while his sister looked on. He was.. happy, truly.[/i] [i]Isabella and Freya had fallen into hushed exchanges, before the crippled latter of the two ended the conversation, with only a quiet nod.[/i] "Oh.. most certainly." [i]Athena nodded, offering her arms to little Sophia.[/i] "Funny, I.. suppose we're both excellent at this sort of thing. You being Sarah's father, and me being the wet nurse of Oliver, Niki, and Arthur, too."