Tarrok didn't mind the little hands smacking against him. If anything, the daddying intensified because of it. Stroking his head, holding his son a little closer. Tried clearing away any tears when he had the opening to do so.<br/><br/><span style="color: #0080FF">"Don't worry, don't worry, its gonna be okay. I'll go get mommy, but I'm going to need you to go with aunt Rhona. She'll make sure your okay, then I'll bring mommy right over. I just need you to be a little brave for me, okay?"</span>Tarrok tried to comfort.<br/><br/>Then he passed over his son to Rhona, and the shopping backs to Naasu.<span style="color: #0080FF"> "Your going with them, because I'm going to need to know who did all this. Drop anything and your going to make my son sad, and you won't like that."</span><br/><br/>Yes, he was fully willing to kill her over making Daikon cry, why do you even ask?<br/><br/>Both things accounted for, and with no interruptions, he put two fingers to his forehead. Holdover from the original Yardrat technique, a sort of memnonic gesture. Focused on where he once felt Aiko, adjusting for where he felt his daughter being. He should teleport nearby her, but not too close he might scare her.<br/><br/>Then, he was off.