You don't have to stay, I'm sure we'll find his parents sooner or..

[ as if on perfect cue, the boy opens his eyes and they're Ganymede's eyes, a bright blue. he looks between the two of them and moves to promptly cling to his papa's waist ]



[ and now he's trying to cling to his mother as well, it isn't working out well despite her managing to take his hand ] Mother? Oh, no, I couldn't be a mother! I'm sorry, but I think there has been a mistake..