Leaning over the crib, Loki trailed a long, pale fingertip down her plump cheek. Smiling as his daughter's lips puckered in her sleep, he spoke quietly so as not to wake her. "Be well, my darling child. Watch over your mother while I am away. I shall return to you with haste, this I promise you." When Eira cooed in her sleep, her head turning towards him and her feet kicking under her blanket, a smile grew on his face.