Poppy was looking down at Diana again under the screen, obviously enamored. "Yeah. I think we want to get home."
She sighed, leaning against him before looking up at the nurse. "When can we leave?" The nurse gave them a sunny smile, consulting her chart. "Within the next hour, if that works for you."
The nurse nodded, consulting the chart once more before flipping it closed. "Lovely. I'll be back soon."
Her eyes were wide as she looked down at the screen. "She's doing it," she said eventually, looking up at Francis. "She's doing it!"
She nodded slowly, reaching down and fixing her gown before taking the screen down. "I... yeah. You're right."
Diana looked up at them thoughtfully, squirming in her swaddling. "I think so," Poppy said decisively. "I don't think I'll be able to let her go, though. Not for a while."
Diana managed to free her head, exposing a mop of red curls. "I'm sure she'll love it, Craw. Don't worry."