Elizabeth lets out one of her rare bursts of surprised laughter; it is almost manic, the sort of sound someone might make when told of course you have a choice: you can either walk the plank or face a firing squad!

It is almost funny that he is asking her how to do this.

She has no idea how to do this.

Well, alright. Holding Will has gotten a little less scary. Not that she's prepared to admit as much.

"Put your arms like this, so you can cradle his head," she explains, resting the baby in his arms, trusting that he'll figure it out quickly.

"Do try not to drop him," she adds with a straight face.