Again, he just smiled. Until she seemed some level of threatening, she had free reign. Brighid would tell him if something made her uncomfortable. Cass arched an eyebrow as the woman paused in thought. What would she say to ease his child's mind? Brighid giggled a little nervously and looked to her father, "Papa... Is she one of the bad ones?"
His eyes went wide and he was quick to respond, "No! No, no. The courts are... Sort of split into dark and light. But that doesn't mean bad or good. One can't exist without the other - we're a balance." It was a complicated thing to explain to a toddler but he was going to try. She certainly looked confused anyhow. Cass huffed a breath, unsure of himself and glanced to the woman who sat with them, hopeful she might have something to add.
As for the flower crown, he was pleased she accepted the gift and it showed easily. He settled his hand on his abdomen, bowing while sitting as was proper to do, "You're quite welcome. As for the right people... I think so. It's steady work and safe. There are dragons and faeries and sirens protecting my daughter." That was what was most important to him. "I'm Cass," he finally offered, "This is Bri." He wouldn't give her their names proper - names had power, after all. Nicknames couldn't hurt, though.