He melts under Joshua's touch and stares in awe at how Percy calms in his husband's arms. Alecto has no idea how it always happens like this. Unlike his siblings, Percy didn't seem to respond at all to Alecto's seasongs and stories, unreceptive almost entirely to any magical intervening. He took to Joshua far more, that much was clear, always reaching for him when given the choice.

"Yes, that..." he nods as he speaks, relief slowly washing over him, "...sounds like a good idea." Alecto glances now at his young son, finally sated and calm. He reaches a tentative hand up to touch the boy's head but decides against it, not willing to risk waking him once again.

"Before that, I'll see what leftovers we have so at least no one goes to bed hungry. Here," he offers a small, warm mug of tea he had been trying to make for himself earlier on the kitchen counter to his husband, "have this for now. You must be parched." His smile is tired but genuine as he turns to look around them, thinking, "...perhaps I should be harder on the children to help about the house."

(To be fair, Avery did offer to lend a hand earlier, but in that lighthearted way children often do, mimicking how their parents speak to each other, not truly understanding what it means to vocalize such a responsibility. Alecto, ever soft on the boy, simply told him not to worry and sent him off to play with his sister. Daphne however, had been more persistent, and even now, peered at her parents from the doorway of her room, bright-eyed and concerned.)