As Rhazii started to squirm in Fendros' arms, he hoped that he had not made a mistake. He held Rhazii close to his body and supported his head, but eventually his squirms became little high grunts that indicated discomfort. Out of either instinct or far flung memory, Fendros began to try and rock Rhazii gently. "There there, little one," he whispered. Rhazii settled somewhat, at least. "It's...calming. Holding him." Fendros said. Unfortunately, Fendros' voice was either too close or too loud and Rhazii began to tense his facial features in preparation for crying. Fendros blinked and his expression became concerned again. Before there was too much cause for Rhazii to cry out, Fendros slowly began to pass him back to Ahnasha. "I don't think he's used to me yet," Fendros admitted. As much as Fendros enjoyed holding his son, he figured it would probably be best to be in his mother's arms for the first day at least.