Upon hearing the title he heard so many times, he turned around, his eyes landing on the petite frame of his daughter. From the tone in her voice he could tell she was glad to see him, and it was somewhat obvious she was- he was usually busy, and this was one of few times he could actually spend time with the little demon.
“Poemi.”
She’s practically jumping up and down now. It’s only through some miracle that she doesn’t fling herself at him. It doesn’t matter to her if he’s completely disinterested or not– it never has.
It’s almost rare to see Ivlis around flame town nowadays, preoccupied as he is with work or murder, or, in many cases, both. So it’s only natural for her to want to treasure every moment of his presence.
