"Shh," Jayne cooed to the wailing baby in his arms. "Don't you go yellin' at me just cause Mal screamed. It ain't a pleasant experience, gettin' a broken arm set right. Trust me. 'Course, I'm usually the one un-settin' 'em in the first place, but there's screamin' involved there, too."

The child, in response, wailed louder. Jayne shifted the child to his shoulder and let the little one rage against his fate while Jayne patted his back comfortingly and swayed gently. This seemed to calm him down slightly, so Jayne resumed his previously interrupted lullaby.

Kaylee came into the room, her face gray as she made her way to the table and collapsed into the nearest chair. She looked up at her son in Jayne's arms, now mid-burp, and smiled tiredly.

"You help set his arm?" Jayne asked, looking for a burp rag to dab at the mess dribbling down his shirt. The smile faded from Kaylee's face.

"I never wanna hear that sound again," she said flatly. Jayne shook his head.

"The sound ain't nothin' compared to the feel," he grunted. A small gurgle came from his shoulder. He glanced to the child's mother as she found the item he sought and stood to clean her baby's face. She looked at Jayne's other shoulder - the one they had patched haphazardly - and offered to take the baby from him. He shook his head. She sat at the table again.

"Aside from gettin' ambushed and near killed," Kaylee wondered from her seat. "I hope they had a nice few days."

"Oh yeah," Jayne replied, the sarcasm evident in his voice. "Goin' off to have tea with some old man who used t'be a client of 'Nara's had to be a regular red-letter day for Mal."

"She said they would just talk, when he hired her," Kaylee protested. "I 'magine it'd be more like meeting 'Nara's daddy." Jayne shifted his hold on Hobie as he nodded.

"And that just makes it all the better," he scoffed. Kaylee watched him struggle with her son a second time before standing and held out her arms for the child. Jayne waved her off again.

"You drop my son and you'