Swansea was tired, exhausted, fatigued, and whatever other words that could be used. Body on autopilot as he stepped through the halls of the Tulpar ship. It was on pure accident that he ended up at your door instead of his own, clicking the button to open the door and freezing at what he saw.

There you were, sitting on your bed. A pacifier in your mouth, a box of crayons beside you, and a stack of blank paper on your lap.