[That earns Mukuro a surprised look, and Lenalee glances at the child before looking back to him again.]

I'm not hurting him. He's a baby-- babies cry sometimes.

[She finds herself smoothing a hand over the tufts of black hair, as if trying to prove the point. Lenalee does not consider herself to be mother material at all, but handing the child off to a strange boy covered in bloodstains does not strike her as a better option.]

You don't look old enough for that. If you want to help, you can find him some food.