"Ah, my child."

Your father smiled as he picked you up, the robes of his white kimono rustling against your cheek for a moment. He held you close, running his fingers through your hair. He made sure his nails didn't poke you.

"Had fun with those ... clicky things of yours?" He raised an eyebrow as he glanced at the sensory toys he bought you. He wasn't quite sure what they were even for; he just knew a half human like you would need them for your condition.

Oh well. An heir is an heir.