like linen on fire

Hattori was not left waiting for long, he regarded her kill with silver eyes, before his gaze flitted back up to her face. She had sweet features, soft and gentle like her Mother, didn't have any of the harsh lines etched onto his. In many ways he was not a good father, couldn't be what children often needed, but to say he was cold and unfeeling, despite how he appeared was not true. He did care, and it had occurred to him, that her silence could very well be a sign that something was amiss, that she needed something she simply couldn't ask for herself.

"I have not seen you in some time, are you well?" If nothing else he needed to know, because Kiriko would worry and fuss. Her love for their children was far more fierce and vocal, it seemed."You have been practising hunting? Good."