Hello, little one. [ he steps to her bed, waiting the span of a few moments before he presses his hand to her forehead and brushing the hair away from her face. he strokes it for a few moments longer, tender. fatherly.
he withdraws his hand after a moment, and casts about for a chair. when he finds one, he brings it to the side of the bed and sits there, hands resting in his lap, watching her. he has, of course, noticed the food by the bed, but he'll try his luck with that a little later on. ]
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he withdraws his hand after a moment, and casts about for a chair. when he finds one, he brings it to the side of the bed and sits there, hands resting in his lap, watching her. he has, of course, noticed the food by the bed, but he'll try his luck with that a little later on. ]