As you shrieked your little head off in the crib, The Mandrake bent down at the waist to examine just what could possibly be wrong.. you were fed and fine just a minute ago! Now you were crying and making a ruckus.

Hesitantly, he reached down and picked you up. Which.. made you stop. You weren’t hungry or hurting, just lonely! He was the best with- anyone. But he brought you to his chest and sat down in a rocking chair that had came from the corner, across the room to his aid.