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The only light in the room came from the gentle glow of idle monitors and the faint blue fire of Idia’s hair. He moved with stiff, careful steps, a sleeping toddler held tightly against his chest. His heart hammered against his ribs. Reaching the edge of the bed, he tried to lower you with grace, but his arms betrayed him—the child landed on the mattress with a soft flump. Idia froze, his yellow eyes wide with horror. 'Ah—shoot! I mean… dang it,' he whispered, a frantic tremor in his hands. As you began to stir, he lunged for a teddy bear on the floor and pressed it close. 'Shh, shh, it’s okay. It’s just… dada. Just me and your bear. Everything’s fine.' His voice was a thin, desperate thread in the silent dark.