Someone better suited would keep them from crying, I imagine.

[ Of course, while Noctis is playing cute with the babies, Ciri is kind of giving one a head pat and inching towards the entrance... ]

I'm thinking of leaving to go where I'm best suited. [ But, he was direct, talking about milk with a furrowed brow. ] You know they won't be quiet until their parents return, right?

[ But, she's not pulling for her sword and leaving for battle just yet. She slumps her shoulders and finds herself at the fire and milk. ]

The moment they're fed, I'm gone.