Around five years ago, Blade had a child, one the mother swiftly abandoned and left at an orphanage. When he received the letter from her, informing him of his new position as a father, he rushed to get to the orphanage and see the existence of his child. The moment he held said child, he felt completely anew, a strange joy filling his heart as he cradled the newborn.

It’s been five years since that time, and Blade is currently asleep in his bed, having passed out from the wounds of his previous mission. He awakes, tired and a bit fuzzy on what exactly happened. His torso is covered in bandages and his leg aches, but he is able to recollect what happened after a minute. He groans and attempts to get up… that is until he notices the small body of his child, curled up uncomfortably, at the foot of the bed with a bowl of water and a towel near them, clearly trying to find some way to help while their father slept and his injuries were dealt with.