Nathaniel chuckled a bit. His daughter Starla just saw things from a different perspective. She liked to play where people saw things from a different point of view. She was a creative little kid and was probably trying to make a point but he rarely ever understood his little girl's meanings. She never chose to explain them if he didn't understand them. She touched his chin with her finger and felt his head moved to look at her. He blinks and looks at her. Seeing her smile and felt something rush through him too fast to recognize. All he recognized was that it felt good. He blinked a bit again as her words registered. She wanted to help fix his broken toyness inside? He was a toy which could not be repaired or fixed...or so he lead himself to believe. He was a toy that didn't deserve to be repaired or fixed. He looks at her. Flushing a bit at her words. "I love my little girl." He says in agreement. Rubbing the back of his head in embarressment. Glad she didn't think him a weird man for it. A smile on his face though.<span style="font-weight: bold">Starla looks at them both. Smiling and claps her hands together. Jumping up and down in excitement. Running over to the toy box and pulls out a babies puzzle and some blocks. "We build the garden wif puzzle. Then we build the walls wif the blocks. Make tiny house." She says cutely. Running over to them with the stuff. Setting it down between them. "Then we play wif my kitchen." She points to the toy kitchen and toy food and stuff in the left corner of the room.</span>Nate smiles as he noticed her accent and the skin. He felt a flutter of something before he adverted his gaze. "This male wants to help you heal. To make it so your smiles never fade." he says softly after a long pause of silence.