( He lifts her easily, right up to eyelevel, like when she was much smaller and could barely walk. )

Look at me. I'm going to be here with you as long as I can be.

( There's nothing to hide his mouth. He does not smile, but for someone as familiar with his mannerisms at Pudding is, she can probably tell that there's concern there, written across the upwards knit of his brows. )

You've been fine, right?

( Well. )

As fine as you can be, here?