"Um," he calls helpfully, looking down at the little wriggling shape. As Vandelin opens the door Anders looks back up. "We could... consider it a form of medicine? Therapy? A reason to take a little more care of yourself?"

The fluffy, slightly discolored peach towel is offered out to Vandelin as a little pink nose pokes out. "Old enough to leave mom, which is good as... I'm not certain what happened to her. She didn't come by to check on the little ones today."