Skwisgaar puts a slow, careful hand through the young boy's hair and brushes it away from his face before slowly and easily bringing Miniver into his arms. It was a practiced thing - he often carried Glyndaa and Torii to their beds when they fell asleep on his lap as he told stories. He eased into standing and gracefully walked down the hall to the guest bedroom, where he set Miniver down into the soft bed, covering him in plush, warm blankets. "Sleeps well, poet. I sees you in de mornings time." He whispered, before walking out to join his wife once more.
There was a lot running in his mind, none of it really making much sense, so he spent a good deal of the night with the amp turned off and his fingers gracing the strings of his guitar.