Gwyneira fought and squirmed in his grasp, her tiny little body much stronger than he knew a mortal child would be at only a few days old. Unable to fight the proud smirk that lifted the corner of his mouth, he felt a bit of the tension from the past few hours drain from his tired body. Once he’d settled his daughter against his chest, he smoothed one hand over her tiny back, tucking his chin into the crook of her neck. "Hush now, little one. We’re sorry we were fighting. We are done now," he whispered quietly, each word calming the baby until she was no longer screaming, but whimpering instead.