"Dad? Are you okay?"

The words floated to me like a fog. I wanted to peel off my lids and say I was fine, but for

some reason it didn't work.

Sakra. Tate."

I felt two strong hands picking me up and pressing me to a body that radiated a pleasant

warmth. A strangely familiar smell of leather and spices surrounded me. I snuggled up to

him and sighed blissfully. "I like the way you smell," I muttered barely intelligible.

There was a chuckle in the distance. "Yeah, your scent isn't to be thrown away either."

I wrinkled my nose as the whole world began to shake with me. "Just...