Swiftcurrent Creek My heart is with you hiding

His head whipped towards the feeling of something moving near his leg just as her whine reached his ears. There was no time to move as the small puddle of vomit splattered on his leg, and his ears fell a little at the sound of his daughter's frantic cries. He quickly licked the evidence of her sour stomach from his leg, trying not to think about how awful it tasted so that he could console her. Then he gently touched his nose to her tiny cheek. You're okay, he offered quietly, hoping his soft words would soothe her discomfort. He wondered if her stomach hurt, and so he offered a few light swipes of his tongue to the round area, thinking maybe it might help ease any pain she might have. It was hard not knowing what exactly she wanted, especially with such an intense drive to keep his children safe and comfortable at all times.