Nathaniel crouched clown and spread his muscular arms wide so that his daughter could dive straight into his chest.
The long-held tension in his body finally melted away at that moment.
"Are you hurt, Dad?" Yvette gently wiped at the dried bloodstains on his battle robes with her small hands, her eyes shimmering with tears.
Her sad expression could bring out a flood of deep sympathy in anyone who saw her.
"I'm not hurt," he replied in a slightly hoarse but incredibly gentle voice. "That blood belongs to the bad guys..."
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