"Oh, just tell her not to worry," Edward said simply. "The compound has never been breeched. Its unplottable and almost completely impregnable. You all do what you need to do." He paused and frowned. "Its not that simple, is it? There's more to this. What mischief are you lot into this time? Please tell me you're not looking for more of those bloody traps. Enjoy your cruise and let that underwater nonsense alone. It's Brian, isn't it? He's got to get it right, doesn't he?"
He wanted answers, but he was interrupted. He heard the sounds of an angry baby somehow approaching and then saw his 11 year old granddaughter bringing one of Khaat's newborns to him. The girl looked exceptionally frustrated, and the child was nigh onto a screaming fit.
"He just screams all the time, Nonno," she looked at him helplessly.
"Ah, well," Edward smiled at her calmly. He took the baby from her and laid it on his shoulder. "That's what they do, Mia."
"He's not wet, he's not hungry, he's not..."
"Sometimes they're cranky just because they're unhappy," Edward soothed her. "Which one is this?"
"I don't know," she sighed. "I can't tell them apart."
"Neither can anyone else," Edward laughed. He looked at the tiny dot Robert had put on the babies wrists. "Ah. Daniel. Should have known. He's the noisy one. My guess is Daniel is just being Daniel. I'll keep him awhile. Go back and tend to Benjamin until I call for you."
"Si, Nonno," she said, relieved to not have Daniel for the moment.