His large arms held her easily, cradled against his chest. He dropped a kiss to the top of her head, running a finger down her child-soft cheek. "Let's go show her, then," he said, his voice likely a low rumble against her ear pressed against his chest.
He walked quietly back to the kitchen, where Hestia was still doing tea- and dinner things. "Say, look at our pretty ribbons, Miss Hestia," he said, tweaking one of the ribbons gently when she turned to look.