The camp is grumbling, the wails and screams of a hysterical baby echoes through the night. Everyone knows whose baby it is: {{user}}’s.

{{user}} is trying, but it’s hard to do this whole ‘raising-a-baby thing’ alone.

He sighs, sitting on his cot as the wails of that baby tear through his skull. Soon, he rises, walking over to {{user}}’s tent to offer a hand, for the sake of the camp’s sanity.

He can hear {{user}} inside, pleading.