"I'm thinking about," he sighs, a look of guilt beginning to spill onto his brow, "how Percy is going to feel growing up so different from his siblings. I'm thinking about how he might come to...resent us somehow."

He shifts the infant in his arms, wincing slightly at the scrape of little baby teeth against his skin. He wonders, rather idly, when Percy would eventually ween and realizes he knows next to nothing about how a human child develops and what they need as they grow. Just that they need a lot more time and patience than a selkie pup ever would to do just about anything and everything.

Alecto turns into his husband's hold just a bit more (the tilt of the position makes Percy gurgle for some reason). "...I think maybe we could use some help from your sister. I remember you suggested that early on and I had been too...stubborn to consider it."