Meda had never been a very patient girl when in came to something she wanted, but had her parents been there all these months, rather than far, far from her, she might have lasted longer in waiting for him to wake up. As it was, three minutes passing was all she could tolerate before she took action, first by bumping her nose against him. With the slight gestured didn't rouse him, she sighed, and then purposefully moved around, jostling him lightly. Still nothing.

She lifted a finger then and poked him on the end of his nose.

"Dad." Poke. "Dad." Poke. "Daddaddad." Poke poke poke.