"Settle, settle, little one. We packed supplies in case she couldn't nurse you. Or in this case, won't ," Jarron said, rolling his eyes as the white part of the babies face turned bright red in his desperation. Pulling the bottle out of the satchel he had packed, Jarron offered it to the child and he sucked it down greedily. Jarron pulled it out of his mouth promptly trying to get him to slow down, for he feared he would vomit, and after a short protest, and funny look, the young did indeed vomit all down his arm. Sighing, he thought maybe Evil was right to want to kill him, but then the baby looked at him and reached for the bottle again his face full of apology, and Jarron forgave him for the time being and cradling him in his arm, fed the baby.