Sun Mote Copse My whole squad's in here, walking around the party

In ignoring Alyx, Niamh went against every single one of her typical helicopter mom instincts while she soothed her son. It seemed as though no matter how gently she treated him, and how sweetly she spoke to him, though, that his reaction to everything was a soft, but heartbreaking cry. The older he got, she knew, the louder he'd get. Take Alyx, for example, who had begun to really exercise her lungs. She'd been told that sometimes, when a puppy had nothing that it could want for, it was best to simply let them scream it out. She thought someone had told her that, to stop her from being so protective and paranoid about her kids. But the girl's voice grated on her nerves and eventually, she gritted her teeth, and left her sensitive little son alone and turned her attention to Alyx again. 

"Fuss-pot," She scolded lovingly, admiringly watching her daughter kick and flail. She was in no pain, but...If Niamh ever awoke and found herself suddenly unable to run, she would've screamed and flailed too. "You keep workin' on them legs. That'll make you nap better this afternoon," She said, but she did seek to soothe the child and help to cease her screaming and wailing by comforting her once again with gentle nudges and soothing kisses.