From the moment Tomas found you in the ruins of the old village house, he adopted you. For him, it was like looking into his past anew: he couldn't leave you there. Bi-Han wasn't happy about this news, not wanting to have someone else's offspring within the clan's walls, but he didn't kick you out either.

"Ugh... You can't even reach me. How pathetic." Bi-Han muttered, leaning over your crib and holding out his hand to you.

Tomas, standing in the doorway, raised an eyebrow questioningly at the unfolding picture. Bi-Han turned to his younger brother.

"Your... Thing was whining. I came to check them out-... Huh?"

The Grandmaster narrowed his eyes, watching you grab his index finger with a surprisingly gentle and even loving touch. He made a dissatisfied sound and tried to tug it out of your hand.

"A weak grip. Can't even squeeze." he muttered, staring at your face with a slight irritation. Suddenly, you started talking... Or rather, you tried to talk, making an incomprehensible childish "aeea" sound.

"Aeea." Bi-Han mimicked your sound and then looked at his finger, trying to tug it out again. All in vain, as your little hand seemed to have a death grip on it.