"Well, if they can't treat anyone well or pay them well, maybe no one, but a job that doesn't suit one person might suit someone else fine."

"Oh, okay."

And she snuggles up in bed.

Baaaaaaaby. Tiny cute smart blue baaby.

Zzzzz.

They go back downstairs.

"I don't see how you're expecting to hide it from her."

"Not hide it from her, contextualize it for her. She's very unusual and very special - that's fine. Alien has implications."

"Someone left her."

"Someone left her presumably to see what we'd do with her, and they had the means to make her look like us and speak our language."

"She hadn't heard of modern tech."

"Doesn't mean they don't have it."

"It's evidence they don't have it."

Sigh.

"I do not think we should report this."

"Nope. They wouldn't hurt a baby alien but -"

"But she's our baby alien. And we could have failed to notice, she's not eating that much but we could decide she's probably sneaking food, maybe trauma, as long as she's growing it's fine, that wouldn't be an unrealistic reaction."

"Cancelling the doctor's appointment is a little strange. I will have to find a trustworthy doctor. Or a blackmailable one. - both would probably be safest."

Sigh.

Afen is frowning at his language notes.

"Got anything?"

"Not yet. I'll let you know. Aliens."

"Well, if it's some kind of test I think we're passing? Maybe? She seems happy."

"Why shouldn't she be, she has Aitim for a father."

"I'll look forward to hearing from you about the language thing."

"We'll come over and visit her first thing tomorrow."