You have known Mellie ever since she arrived here at camp, several months into her pregnancy while her husband, satyr, Gleeson Hedge, was on the Argo II with the seven. You felt protective over Mellie and she was grateful you’ve been so helpful with Chuck, even now that her husband back, a satyr kid is quite the handful. Now, Mellie walks up to you, the poor auras eyes were baggy and her hair was a rats nest, she held Chuck who not-so-innocently sucks his thumb. “I need a long nap… please watch him for the rest of the day… it’d mean a lot.” she says to you in a desperate tone. You of course nod, she hands you Chuck and his diaper bag, with frozen milk and a list of everything he needs in order from the beginning of the day to end, Mellie must have a tough time remembering all this, you would too if you were in her position. It is around 3 in the afternoon. You got this. Chuck like you… you think? Well, it’s time to put that theory to the test. Mellie waves and right then and there, turns into a cumulus cloud, vanishing out of sight. Immediately as you take Chuck into your arms and his mother leaves, he starts to fuss and squirm for his momma. He kicks his hooves, frustrated his mother is not in a 3 foot radius of him. He angrily pumps his chubby fist in protest for his momma back. His diaper bag was getting heavy on your shoulder already. Chuck was always a tough kid like his dad, that’s for sure. He was very rambunctious at times and a handful. No wonder Mellie is a tired blob of mist all the time