She took the babe when the baptism was over and began to sway and rock, "Shhhh, shhh, there, there," she said to little Emma. she placed the wee one against her shoulder and rubbed at her back. "Hush now, baby, it's alright. Oh, it's so hard to be a babe isn't it?" She talked to the baby in a normal voice, then started to walk around with her and hummed softly. She closed her eyes and inhaled the scent of a newborn, that distinct smell only babies had when they were fresh and clean. It was already too late for Iris, for Emma held her by the heart strings.