Lucario and Miltank were still standing in the foyer. As Sceptile and Noctowl took one last look at the Eevee, who proceeded to snuggle up closer to Shepard’s chest. Before Noctowl flew off of Lucario’s shoulder and got cozy on top of Sceptile’s head, as he yawned with a smile and led them both upstairs. 

[color=8dc73f]“Your pout is cute.”[/color] Sceptile teased, halfway up the stairs. Making Noctowl promptly bury her face within her wings.

[color=a187be]“Oh hush.”[/color] She murmured.

Soon followed by Lucario hearing the Eevee’s revealing comments, that he knew Miltank also understood better than most of the others did. But at least she didn’t have many memories of her past family. [color=0072bc][b]Now hold on. You’re not in any condition to go back out in that storm.[/b][/color] Shepard pressed in a calm and serious tone. With the sound of distant thunder still booming outside. [color=0072bc][b]And it’s okay to need help sometimes dear. You’re still young.[/b][/color] Lucario reassured the Eevee, proceeding to carry her over toward the kitchen’s left-open door. As the chef quietly walked along behind Shepard. [color=0072bc][b]So let’s just get you something to eat first, okay?[/b][/color] Lucario noted, unwrapping the Eevee from his raincoat. 

[color=f49ac2]"Lemme take care of that, hun’."[/color] Miltank softly offered her assistance, and took the coat from his paw. So that she could go over and put it up on the coat rack pole.  

[color=0072bc][b]Thank you.[/b][/color] Lucario accepted, knowing that she wouldn’t sleep a wink until the children were comfortable. [color=0072bc][b]You can call me Shepard, dear. But you still haven’t told me your name yet.[/b][/color] Lucario addressed Fifi, not wanting to use ‘princess’ anymore, if it caused her more distress. Still focusing on and cradling the young Eevee within his arms, as he heard her stomach begin to rumble. 

[color=f49ac2]“That can wait. A strong girl oughta' to fill her tummy.”[/color] Miltank gently encouraged the Eevee, in a more cheerful disposition. Since Lucario was unsure how to react, once Fifi squirmed around to be let down. Only to start crying in his paws again, as he started to loosen his sturdy grip on her. 

Causing the leader to hesitate. [color=0072bc][i]Wait. What should I do now…?[/i][/color] He wondered.

Prompting Miltank to take charge and speak up in a warm tone. [color=f49ac2]“Sssh. Sssh. Comere’ sweet pea.”[/color] Miltank cooed. Able to pique Eevee’s interest, with her soothing voice and very pleasant-smelling aroma. [color=f49ac2]“Big gals are brave, aren’t they?”[/color] Miltank asked her sweetly. With Lucario allowing Fifi to be taken into her motherly hooves. So whether Fifi wanted to act tough or remain coddled; Miltank’s words seemed to compel her. Even it was merely Eevee’s stomach doing most of the listening. 

For the longer she remained sad near the Miltank, the more Fifi would start to crave her sweet-smelling milk. As if it was a powerful magnet for hungry and upset children. Strongly pulling Fifi’s attention away from her feeling of loneliness, to instead focus on her current needs, and be calmingly lured closer to Miltank’s potent udders. [color=f49ac2]“Would ya like to taste some of the best milk in the land, princess?”[/color] Miltank asked with a big smile, recognizing that Fifi liked the title. [color=f49ac2]“You can sit with me, and drink as much as ya want on my lovely lap.”[/color] The chef offered, letting Eevee have the chance to be fondly held, [b]and be full[/b].