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From the very beginning, parenting had been a rocky adventure for him. His own having been so distant left him uncertain about the entire affair and he had mostly played it by ear, doing his best to act in accordance with what he believed to be right and ideal. Going it alone had made it even more of a challenge, but in the end, however it had happened, his daughters were beautiful, charming, and self-capable, and he loved them more than anything. Along with their ghost of a mother, he had missed them and worried about them every day, and a million years melted from his mind the moment one such child was in his arms again, safe, solid, and no different from when he had last seen her. But that wasn't true.
He held her tight, needing the assurance that she was real, and then he pulled her back to study her. She was older, like he was. She was wearier, a bit more worn on the edges. Perhaps the world had not been too kind to her; he didn't know. He would not let her go again until he had a chance to ask. "You're beautiful, you know," he said, then hugged her again. "Are you all right? Your sister isn't with you?" He was happy to see Eira amongst her companions, but stark white Cassandra was not amongst them. He forced himself to stuck those worries though; they were the same each day, and today, he was lucky enough to have found one of them, at least.
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