[ ...huh. "Lorem"— that was the name of the woman with the charming mechanical-looking child, wasn't it...?

her first impulse is to shut herself down before she can give it any further thought— she remembers what had happened to the first child she'd met, back when she'd been hardly more than a baby herself. but her partner nudges her sharply at that thought, knocking her out of the rut of self-recrimination before she can get into it, and murmurs "You are good with young things ... and you like them," accompanied by echoes of her memories of some of the older children she'd ended up taking under her wing.

it isn't quite enough to completely silence her own hesitation and well-worn guilt, but it's enough to let her push past them and dial. ]

Lilith, of Larkspur. I saw your request for someone to mind your son...?

[ there's half a beat of silence as the sound of happy babbling sinks in, and she chuckles softly ]

And his attempt to say hello to everyone, for that matter.

Of course.

[ somewhat taken aback— this is regarding her child and his safety, why in Hell would Lilith mind? ]

[ it's a moment before she answers— before she can answer, really. she might be overreacting, but the fact that Lorem felt the need to ask about whether she'd be bothered by her child being a child, essentially—

the potential implications there hit a little close to home, is all. ]

... No. Not at all.

Though— on that note. I have... a skull-shaped mask that I can't take off. Is that likely to frighten him?