Frederic had instinctively woken at the sound of Karen's babies crying, having trained himself to do so when Clover was a babe, and sat up a moment after Karen did. She wiped at her cheek and he smiled softly at how even dishevelled and sick, she was beautiful beyond all measure to him. Her little imperfections made her all the more attractive and when she looked to him, he couldn't help but draw her close for just a moment and press a soft kiss to her lips. Switching into parental mode just a second later, he got out of bed and saluted her teasingly as he headed out of the bedroom. Closest by the door to the room with the bassinets was Niamh and Frederic carefully picked her up and rocked her though she squirmed in his arms. He went to Harold Jr. and picked up the babe as well, and he swayed back and forth with both children comfortably in his arms as he sang softly to them, his words really meaning nothing but his tone calming and sweet. By the time he carried the babies into Karen's room, they'd quieted down a decent amount and were now only whimpering for their mother.