She can cling as much as she likes, he's not going to push her away, if anything he holds her a little tighter. She reminds him of the twins, of his brothers and cousins when they were small, and he'll care for her in much the same manner as he did them. "Sleep, winimo," he murmurs. "I'll be here when you wake." He starts to hum a soothing melody, a lullaby his mother had taught him when he was young.