[There is something. Like maybe they've done this before. With a much... much smaller pinky finger... a child, maybe. The Soldier lets their finger be shook like a handshake, and finds this is a bit less unsafe-feeling than a handshake, at least.]

The same. I'll keep you safe, Daylight, however I can.

[Then they have to ask, because the feeling is overwhelming that they should be doing this with a child-- a little girl, dark hair and blue eyes, name and relationship refusing to come to the surface-- they ask,]

Daylight. How old are you.