Tarrok caught her with the sort of ease that came from lots and lots of practice. Held her tight against his chest, careful enough not to use too much strength. He never got tired of her, of that unconditional love and enthusiasm. All the more reason he'd chosen to spend his life with her.<br/><br/><span style="color: #0080FF">"Good thing we got so much room for them to run around. She's been on a real streak lately, hasn't she?"</span>Tarrok nuzzled his wife. He didn't hold it against either of the children. Running around and yelling was what being a kid was for, after all.<br/><br/>Though he wished Sage wouldn't try play fighting her brother so much. It made him consider looking for alternative playmates, but he really didn't see that working out. Human kids would break too easy and saiyans would just encourage her. Not a lot of other families they really trusted that much, either.<br/><br/><span style="color: #0080FF">"Sounds great, love."</span>Tarrok kissed her softly. Let his hand stroke her cheek gently, and slip behind her head. Just cradled her against him for a long moment. Being away, even for a short while, was still painful sometimes.<br/><br/>Just to keep an eye on things, he reached out with his senses. Felt for the life energy of his daughter and son, anything nearby. This wasn't Rodina, but he wasn't getting complacent anytime soon. Anything larger than a rat tried to hurt them, it would burn.