CONTAINMENT INFORMATION

Taako steps up to the plate. Okay, technically, not what the situation is. But it feels a little better framed as a performance than it does a necessity. He smooths his palm over her back. They haven't named her yet, uh, exactly, so he's sort of just been calling her 'she' or 'baby' or what-have-you, and at this point it doesn't especially matter, she can be 'baby' for a little bit. He guesses. God, they had forever for this, whatever, it’s okay. It’s… okay.
With his ear cupped downward, he can hear her breathing quietly, her cheek squished against the crook of his shoulder. It's fast but even. Spread, his fingers cover more area than the space between her shoulders does. He cups the back of her head and runs his fingers over her skin. Skin is accurate, because beyond the occasional clumped wisp of light (light?!) hair, she's all skin-biz all the time, which is weird. Taako looks up from the empty crib to Magnus, who's standing with one big hand on either corner of the contraption, leaning forward on it until he's close to Taako's face, nearly where he could touch their heads together. He's carpeted head to toe, except for the better part of his expanding forehead, anyway. He was partly expecting her to be an actual bear cub in terms of fuzziness, but she's definitely, definitely half-elven. Or, like, not a bear, at least. Damn, sturdy crib, huh? Taako taps one of the legs with his toe. It's carrying Magnus' weight just fine. Okay. That's good. That's cool. ...How did Lup carry the pieces of this thing up the stairs? Is she really that strong, still? Jeezums.
“I've gotcha,“ Magnus raises a hand and holds it out. Taako's not sure what he's supposed to do with it. He ain't holding it, he's got baby in his hands, man. But just looking at it is apparently enough to make Magnus smile.
Taako takes a breath. “Alright, fucker.”
He uses the hand on the back of her head and cradles her neck as he leans her forward off of his chest gently. It's cool. He's been able to give her to Magnus, so what's the difference? He's handing her off to Magnus. Easy, normal, regular.
It's fine that she still fits in his hands. It may be almost another week before she bulks up a little. It's fine, but it doesn't feel right. It's a good thing he doesn't give a shit about like, instinct or… whatever. Yeah, he's fallible, what of it? He doesn't know what the hell he's doing. To fuck with things feeling off, right? That’s fine.
Without being splayed over his body, she curls back up, her hands in against her chest and her knees pulled up slightly. Fuuuu-uu-uuuu-uuuck.
Magnus' palms meet Taako's knuckles, holding his hands out underneath, enveloping Taako's hands. Enveloping her body, too, like, for super-sure. Taako's hands are big enough to hold her, Magnus' are a whole damn mattress beneath her.
”Hi, baby,” Magnus greets as Taako lowers her - his arms descend, too, toward the crib, and Taako shudders to a stop. Magnus waits impatiently, already swaying his weight from side to side a little, looking up at Taako and down between the two of them at their baby and back up. Back and forth. "Like, hold her for a sec, y'know?" Taako mutters as an order, and Magnus pauses, then nods, and gives him the grasp he'd been looking for, curled fingers around her ear and hip as he pulls her up to his body. See, it's good.
Taako's fingers retreat and, in a not unfamiliar fashion, immediately feel out of place. Unsure of where to put his hands, exactly, he sets them palms together against his chest. Then on his hips. Then on what's left of his bump. And finally, crossed loosely in front of him. Sure. This works. Casual. Definitely not weird, completely fine, not out of place because she’s been in his arms for a week with very little exception, or anything.
Magnus seems more than happy to cradle her for a moment to ease Taako’s concerns - and to rub the baby girl’s ear between his fingers like a fragile fabric while he leans down to kiss her forehead. Her scrunched-up face relaxes a little and then twitches as Magnus’ beard tickles her nose and cheeks. Taako breathes a little laugh while Magnus gives her loud, dramatic puckered kisses and she recoils, looking like she’s going to cry but staying silent, shocked, taking in the barrage of textures and sounds. Not entirely sure what she wants to do. Yeah, kid, felt, damn.