She beckoned him, pulled him down to her, and with a smile, placed his son into his hands. Aski's eyes were still closed, and he mewled as he squirmed gently in his father's arms. He was... still damp, the scholar chuckled to himself... but, he couldnt help touch a hand to the side of his son's face. As if he still needed to convince himself that he was real. The tiny dragon chuffed and pressed his muzzle into the crook of his arm in response, instinctually seeking warmth from his parent's body. The scholar simply sat and stared, a well of emotions within him, unable to keep a smile from creeping onto his face.

He felt like he ought to say something. He met his wife's eyes.

Before he could even open his mouth she pressed her lips to his in a deep kiss. A warble in her throat conveyed her joy without a single word.

He returned it happily. Yes, that quite nicely summed things up.