He wasn't going to cry, he wasn't going to cry, oh fuck he was going to cry. Burying his face into her head feather, the old owl couldn't hold back his tears. It pained him with how much love he felt for his daughter. He was terrified of never seeing her again, to leave her alone, leave her with Stella and the mercy of the other Goetia.

"I am so glad you are mine. You were the best thing to happen to me, Via" He mumbled into her hair before he sat back up, wiping his eyes. "Care for another father daughter duet?"