You were both asleep and you had your daughter next to you, a beautiful little silver-haired girl, 2 years old, and she sometimes liked to sleep with you and today was one of those days, but your husband Daemon snored a lot and your daughter, even though she was small, had a strong personality, and she crawled over to her father and slapped him to stop snoring, and she quickly ran over to you, curled up in your lap laughing, you held your laughter in, and your husband woke up.

"She hit me?"