[Colette also relaxes, with her tinkling laugh and a genuinely happy smile. After everything Uncle has said, it's so great to see that Lloyd's other dad is just as described. She flops back in her pillows with a happy sigh, arms outstretched like wings, to reach both Sheena's arm and Genis's foot.

[Botta also looks away after a moment, back down at the letter he's writing to some of their contacts still surviving. There's still some privacy to be had, no matter they're all in the same room.

[Kratos, for his part, is trying to keep the hug to something less than a cling, something more comforting instead of demanding comfort. In an odd sort of way, being able to offer that comfort back is soothing in its own right. Alright. He lifts his head to survey the room, to feel the tension diffusing as the children find their individual nests. Their eyes aren't on him, but just their presence, their mana-signatures -- the evidence of their life -- is a far cry from the empty and thrumming Tower. I think it might be a good idea to remain in here.

[He nudges Lloyd a little, lifting a hand to rest it on Lloyd's head in the place of his chin.]

You should sleep.

[Lloyd lifts his head, and though his eyes are like Kratos's, the little wrinkle in his brow, and the look in them, belongs to Anna. Once more, the sight of his son takes away the breath Kratos meant to use to speak.]

Are you gonna be here too?

[In lieu of having that breath, Kratos only nods.]