Picking the girl up and carrying her carefully, the expression on Desmond's face was three parts warm, three parts tender, and four parts fatherly care.
"Don't worry, everything's fine, don't cry; you'll stop looking pretty if you cry." Comforting the girl in a childish and fatherly way, Desmond caressed the girl's cheek, wiping away the tears with extreme care while using a tiny amount of soft water mana to soothe the pain in the girl's knees.
A loving smile accompanied by the warm glow within his lovely blue eyes made Desmond immediately a source of comfort and security for the girl, who soon calmed down as she was comforted and lulled to sleep by Desmond.
The girl's pretty little hands clung to Desmond's armor as he carried her in his arms, and it seemed that the girl had no plans to let go of the newfound source of warmth and security.
