The next day the kobolds go to visit the humans; Rána needs a break from the Quendi.

The humans are okay. Stressed, but okay. 

There are babies. Tirinquo thinks the babies are great.

There are babies! The humans have mixed feelings about them. They'd be great if you only got one if you wanted it.

This is hard to communicate, of course, and Tirinquo is confused at the humans' mixed feelings.

Would one of the unhappy humans like them to hold their baby for them while they're here?

They try asking them if they understands how to support babies' necks and if they'll promise not to shake or bite and if they'll be sufficiently careful. They are confused when this does not get answers.

They haven't gone too far from the Quendi; Rána asks them to tell the humans that Tirinquo is familiar with babies and should be trustworthy, but if they'd rather not let them hold any babies today that's fine too.

The Quendi convey this. One or two exhausted-looking parents are okay with it.

Tirinquo is very gentle with the babies.

Do the humans need any magic, while the kobolds are here?

Easier plants would be good, but the Elves've brought seeds for those. 

She can also make them grow faster, depending on which ones they have... yeah, she can make those grow faster.

No one has any objections there.

She'll spend the morning kudzu-ing their plants, then.

Tirinquo wanders off to watch the humans, keeping an eye on the one whose baby they have so they can return them when they wake up.

The baby gets hungry and becomes inconsolable.

That would also be a cue to return the baby to their parent.

The mother smiles at them wearily.

They grin and pat her arm sympathetically.

They'll hang out here, if that seems to be okay; they can watch the other humans just fine.

She doesn't especially mind. She will nurse the kid and then try to get them to sleep.

Tirinquo knows some things about getting babies to go to sleep, and gently gives her some pointers.

Human babies are different than kobold babies and also different from each other so she is not especially appreciative but she doesn't tell them to cut it out either.

As soon as it becomes clear that this isn't appreciated, they stop.

They sit there for a little while longer and then wander off to see some more humans.

Humans are swimming! Humans are doing laundry! Humans are hanging out on the grass talking with each other and weaving.

...stress plant or no, Tirinquo's not going swimming any time soon. They'll go hang out with the weaving humans and see if they can figure out any of the language.