Aza decided he quite liked being swaddled up in the blanket, even if it did restrict his legs a little - and his parent liked it too! So, Aza settled down, soaking up the love radiating from all around him, and the physical sensation of parent (dad? Yes, Dad) petting his fur. Mmm, now that felt... cosy...

"Hm, I don't see why we can't just use Amaurotine," Prometheus said, switching languages accordingly, watching Hades and Aza with open fondness. Hades really was a natural with babies, who knew? "He might understand a bit already. Dragons pick things up when in their eggs, um... Aza? Are you hungry?"

Aza blinked sleepily at Prometheus, "Mmrr?"

"Mm? Yes?"

"Mmm..." Aza huffed, then, "Mmmye... ye..."