Sooner or later, Min’s maternal impulses at long last kick in. Perhaps she was becoming weary of all that child crying?
One way or the other, she at last surrenders and scoops the youngster up in her mouth and goes to the side of the space to get comfortable with her.
She supports the child in her arms and nestles it until its cries stop. The staff moaned help now that mother and kid were formally rejoined.