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@Yuralria

After exchanging a conciliatory glance with his wife, Valiant went off in search of their wayward young girl. He felt bad for having been gone during the argument, and so he hoped to ease @Vairë's burden by dealing with this — but he did wonder if she wouldn't rather have had a break from the majority of the kids.

He'd go back soon. Take his turn watching their little nieces and nephew.

"Lariat," he called out, his voice soft and low. He had an inkling she'd been in the receiving end of the doe's justice — and she was just like her mama, so that had to have hurt. "Are you okay, baby?"

That was the important part. She was a good girl. He would find out later if there was some behavior that needed correction.

Yuralria hadn't made it far from the ulaq when a soft voice called her name. If it had been anaa - or anyone else for that matter - she would have likely kept on walking, but the presence of her father was not an unwelcome one. And so she stopped, gaze glued to the ground as he asked if she was alright.

In all honesty, the little girl didn't know the answer to that. All the fear and confusion turned rage seemed to have been wrapped in a messy parcel and deposited at the front door at her departure. Now, fatigue overwhelmed her. She was tired, so tired. On shaky legs she came to sit stiffly beside her daddy, head resting against his foreleg as she remained silent for a moment longer.

"A'm fine," came her whispered reply, though she did not feel it. She watched as the ground turned wet and cold from the splash of her tears as she replayed anaa's rage over and over again in her mind.