Snarling he removed both gloves, the wrap on his left had dried blood on it. His eyes looked to the little girl. Daryl crouched and looked at the little girl, he remembered... Then his eyes went a disgusting yellow as he looked up at her, the one who killed the dad. His hair seemed more stiff as he clawed the frost off the floor using his right hand, "Smell is deception." He hissed out. Hearing her finish what she wanted to say he let out a growl that was unearthly, "Who I'm related to  is not your concern." He hissed. Before his right arm began to... Rot? It began to peel off like heated butter it was stretched out as it snapped back into place before he let his mind go blank. His eyes went white, darting by her he reached out and snagged the little girl and spun. Tossing a vase at her he ran to a different room, "No I won't allow you to be hurt like I was." He whispered to the child. If that frost woman wanted that child she'd need to get him. His arms were protectively around the young girl. Hiding in the living room he hugged her close, closing his eyes. His left arm ached as he had a flashback. He held the child and lifted his head. He was going to protect her.