She came over and sat next to him, cupping a mug of tea in one hand and holding James in the other. He gurgled, tugging on her curls.
She patted James’ back, kissing his cheek before glancing at Francis. “He really looks like you, you know.”
Diana tossed a handful of porridge at the floor and Poppy looked up suddenly. "Oh, Ana, no," she said, standing up quickly.