He knew.  But he did not make fun of her, or tell her it was a childish thing, or treat her like one (unless, of course, she wanted to be).  And that...that in and of itself was part of why she felt so strongly for him.  Sveta blushed when he laughed at her, telling her he would sing the song for her, but smiled all the same.  She took her place on his lap, leaning in closer to him.  Within two minutes of him starting, her eyes were closed and she was out on his shoulder, her hands barely grasping onto his frame any more.  Once the song was done, it would be the usual.  Lift her up, slide her into bed, kiss her goodnight.<br/><br/>His sister...hardly a baby anymore, was she?  She still had a side of her that was such, but she was growing up, becoming an adult.  Her job was proof enough of that.  Being a model was not something a child could handle, even with a bit of assistance from her workplace.  The family had wanted her to do something like him.  Like their cousins Nikola and Brandt.  But she had her own way, and she would make it.  She was, above all else, an Io.