She looked up and kept singing for a time, not bothered that he saw her feeding her child. The baby was soon sated and Karen's appearance repaired in no time, but the singing did not stop until Karen returned Niahm to her bassinet. The nightmare was out of her mind for the moment, Frederic would be able to tell that much because she had that faraway look in her eyes as the act of nursing her children had made her sedate. The words to the song eventually turned into a soft hum as she stood between the two children and touched their downy cheeks. "Do ye ever look at yer son and feel that he is your greatest creation?" she asked this softly, without looking up at Fred. "i feel like they are both masterpieces, from every little spit bubble, to every little fart." She gave a soft laugh.