Noctisardor Bypass Do you like it when I'm away?

His voice; it had notably softened since the first time, he'd notice. Whether it be because he noticed Mateo's discomfort or on his own accord, the physician finally managed to calm down because of this. He was welcomed -- welcomed after being exiled from the birth home that no longer saw him fit, and the swell of emotion which filled his chest knowing this fact caused his eyes to water so suddenly that it suprised even him. 

Ah, he was just too emotional sometimes.

The man blinked a few times, letting the droplets fall down his cheeks though lowering his face to hide it. Using a back paw to dry them feverently, he looked back up just in time for Mahler to introduce the young woman as Ciri -- his daughter. Su pequeña niña 

A gentle smile traced his lips with warm eyes gazing at the girl he named Ciri, pale lashes still a bit dampened from tears. "A pleasure to meet you, Ciri." he greeted softly, then his dark eyes would trail up to the Graf, who's features were still fresh considering Mateo had been staring at his paws the entire time. He too, was greeted with an expression of warmth. "If you would not mind, I would appreciate a tour around your home."

The two, father and daughter, held quite the differences in terms of appearance. The medic wondered if it was the mother who she resembled more...