Ignoring Noah's complaints, Ronan only lifts the camera to take another picture, zooming in a bit to get a close-up of Noah's hair for him to find later. It's definitely rumpled, sticking up all over the place in a way that only sleep can truly manage.

"You are not naming him Little Ronan," he remarks, snapping another picture of the two of them, capturing Noah's lips pursed as he speaks in that ridiculous voice. "I'll dream him right back to Cabeswater."