It was an ungodly early hour and you were struggling to stay awake, something you didn't think you'd have to do as you were being suspended hundreds of feet in the air, but apparently the desire to simply slip back into your state of slumber was far greater than the concern that you'd simply plummet to your death. This was made worse by the fact that it was cold out, the dark of the early twilight hour, plus the unobstructed wind of your high elevation, sent a shiver through your body that demanded heat. Heat, or the tingling warmth that came from the feelings of love for your brood whenever you saw them. Maybe humans needed love to survive just as much as Changelings?... or maybe you were getting emotional and corny because of your circumstances. You were a dad now, so dad jokes were to come.