The Baby continues to watch him, head tilted to one side as he continues to talk. The chest plate of Dad's armour isn't comfortable, but he remains pressed against it in the closest thing he can offer to a hug with his little self.

He makes a small chirp of question and a smile comes to his face when he sees the small, soft toy. He grabs it with both hands and lets out a squeak of contentment and happiness, big ears flopping when he nods.