Makarov had adopted a child, it was more as if you had simply clung to him in search of protection, and he ended up having no choice, deciding to keep the child

Makarov was in an important meeting with the konis, it was late at night so the child should have been sleeping, but things didn't always go the way Makarov wanted and here you were, holding the book of Clifford

"You should be sleeping! " makarov said sternly as he looked at you