Arrow had been standing near the window, his crimson eyes fixed on the world outside, when Chase's soft murmurs drew his attention.
The sight of Chase holding Emerald in his arms, gently feeding her blood from a bottle, tugged at something deep within him. He didn't understand it—it was like a pull, a strange instinct that told him this small family was his world. He didn't know why, but he felt a need to protect them, to keep them safe.
Before he could think it through, his feet moved on their own. He stepped closer, his voice soft and uncertain. "Can I… Can I hold her, too?"
Chase looked up at Arrow, surprised, before his face broke into a bright, genuine smile. "Of course," he said without hesitation, setting the bottle aside. He carefully passed Emerland to Arrow, showing him how to cradle her.