<span style="color: #FF0000">"Aren't babies supposed to be really, really small, though?"</span>Sage asked innocently enough. Tilted her head to one side as well, a curious gesture. No guesses which side of the family she inherited that trait from. Though she didn't have the ears to pull it off completely.<br/><br/>Tarrok saw Daikon ambling out, confused and emotionally raw. Remembered how he'd been when he'd first killed. Different circumstances, different minds, but their were things universal to rejecting bloodshed. A deep and angry denial of a universe that made no sense, built upon suffering.<br/><br/>Aiko was about ready to take a nap, from the look of things. So he gave her shoulder a gentle two squeezes and kissed her softly. Little physical code they'd spontaneously came up with. Always did that when he insisted to go and take care of the kids, go and see what they needed.<br/><br/>So Tarrok followed his son for a bit. When he could, he pulled alongside him and just laid a hand on his head. His son didn't need prying, or coddling or the kind of care Sage did. If he wanted to open up, to talk to him, Daikon would.<br/><br/>Simple as that.