The halls of the House of Magnus are empty, except for him. You were counting on that, arriving to Krakoa with the infant swaddled in your hands. Droplets of water preceded a heavy storm as you walked towards the threshold. Hard knocks echoed the door before he opened it, still swathed in a white robe, reading glasses pulled away. He looks at you with wide eyes betraying his inner thoughts before he speaks.

“How- How do you know that they” eyes land with a pointed look. “are mine.”