Not one to turn down a hug, the batty filly broke into a big smile of her own, dashing across the carpet and hopping up into his lap, where she was promptly drawn in against the fine mesh of chain over his chest.  Forgath ran a hand lightly through her mane, smiling down at her as he held her close.  Father and daughter just sat for a few moments, enjoying the comfort of the embrace, but Forgath knew there was something to discuss.  "Is something wrong, sweetheart?"