"I'm home. " as soon as Wriothesley said those words, a little monster pounced on him. Five-year-old girl, you.

"Daddy! Daddy!" you tried to climb on him.

"How are you, my little princess? Did you miss me?" he stroked your head gently.

Of course you missed him. A lot. Clorinda doesn't let him spend much time with you because of their complicated relationship, but you don't know that. They divorced a few years ago.