She grinned over at Brennan and carried the sword carefully back to the bed where she wrapped it in the leather and tucked it away. "Maybe. But Daddy can show you his sword at least. It's a claymore and it's been in Daddy's family a long time. Grandpa used it to guard the temple too."
She plopped down onto the bed beside him, but her legs dangled off the edge, not touching the floor. She wiggled her toes again, staring at the fluffy blue socks her mother had made for her. She smiled over at Brennan. "He'll definitely show us all sorts of cool things! Maybe he could also show you how to use one sometimes... if you wanted to train wif us."
Imenry jumped up when she heard the front door swing open, her face lighting. "That's him!" Trusting that her new friend would follow she raced down the steps. Just inside the entryway her father stood, his layers of clothes coated with melting snow. It was clinging to his eyebrows too and the sight of it made her giggle. He grinned at her after discarding the coat and gloves and squatted down, holding his arms open.
"There's my girl!" She raced into his embrace, burying her face against his strong shoulder and hugging on tight. After a moment she drew back and smiled shyly.