(At a meeting)



Solaria: ... and the monster's armada will be pushed back to the Forrest of Certain Death! Any questions?



Rhombulous: Uh, yes, your majesty... why did you bring your daughter to the meeting?



Eclipsa: (strapped in a baby carrier vest, sleeping peacefully)



Solaria: Well, she needed a nap, and she sleeps better when she's listening to my heartbeat.