we know a thing or two, cause we've seen a thing or two

It had been years since he'd last seen his eldest children and given how things had ended with their Mother... Well, out of sheer stubbornness and pride Hattori could not say he regretted it, and yet hindsight offered a lot of food for thought. Much had changed and so had he, but was it for the better? Some days he wasn't quite so sure, could do nothing but press forward.

He saw her dappled colouring through the gaps in the bamboo and found himself pausing for a moment, brows furrowing, only to realise she wasn't alone. That she'd brought company, someone he did not recognise at a glance. Their scents intertwined with one another, making it hard to tell where his scent began and hers ended. The old man was quick to make assumptions as he approached, finally coming to stand before the pair, his gaze flitting between the two. He of course had no right to be a shotgun father, but he found himself scrutinising the Armada man, taking in the grey tone notes of his coat and the twist of his horns.

Silence lingered for a moment, before his attention flitted back to his daughter and he finally spoke.

"Kiyohime, you look well. Who is this?"