Willow had had a long day, what with
an early wake up call on behalf of someone who had felt very eager to meet the family.
Which was why, now, Willow was resting with her ohmygodactuallybornandrealnow son swaddled up and also resting nearby.
There was also
a wee fennec fox on top of a bureau so that he could watch over everything.
It was a good time for quiet, but also for visitors who might want to meet the newcomer. Or for new fathers who perhaps could not be pried out of the room with a crowbar.
[ooc: for folks in Narnia who would like to stop by]