True to his word, Roger had made himself scarce (hiding out at Alicia's) when Padma had told him that Devi was there, in the village. It was the exact opposite of what he wanted to do, of course, but he understood well enough that just showing up there would likely shock the poor girl beyond anything else. So he waited, and waited, and though it couldn't have been more than thirty minutes before Padma asked him to come meet them, by the time she did, he was more than ready.
He'd apparated back to the house, to his and Padma's room upstairs, and it wasn't long before he heard Devi's call. Daddy! Of course, the last time he'd heard her voice or seen her at all, she'd only been four years old, but there was still a hint of that little girl in her voice now- he'd have recognized it anywhere, Roger was certain of that.
Roger raced downstairs, stopping at the bottom of the stairwell- where were they? He seemed confused for a moment, but then there was another knock on the door, and he crossed the room quickly to answer it. Throwing the door open, Roger couldn't help himself- he wanted to laugh, to cry, but more than anything, his first instinct was to simply pull Devi into his arms for a warm, long-overdue embrace. So he did. Some part of his mind, of course, warned him that she might very well pull away, but he stubbornly ignored that for the moment.
"Devi," his voice was muffled by their embrace, "oh, I have missed you, sweetheart." Roger knew, of course, that his missing her over the three weeks he'd been in the village was much different than her experience of not having seen him in years, but it had to be said, all the same.