Sophie gives a pleased, comforting little hum, as though things have worked out mostly to her satisfaction. Her lips press to Connor's neck, hiding the hint of a smile.

"You see?" She's hardly one to talk, considering how long it took her to understand. It's much easier to see than experience. Her hand is trapped comfortably between theirs, Connor's enormous beneath and John's only a little larger on top, and she strokes John's stomach again, just lightly. It's another reassurance. You're doing fine. This is okay.