He visibly trembled when the blunette approached him. He shivered and pulled the bundle in his arms closer. He'd been given the opportunity to show his daughter off to Skyloft while his wife rested. It was a very big honor, because his wife had become very protective of Pitta the moment she was born. The only stipulation to her day out with her father was that Pipit was not, under any circumstances, to let that bay leave his arms. No one could hold her. Only him.
He hadn't thought about this at all. The experience, the introduction, it literally had not once crossed his mind. When the man was within a few paces of Pipit, however, he offered a little smile to him.
"May I see?" Cawlin asked. With time he'd gotten a little taller, but not much had changed about Cawlin since they were students.
Pipit nodded, quietly, and lowered her just slightly from his chest, exposing the infant so she could be seen for what she was. A whisp of orange hair and a face with a light dusting of freckles. With age, those freckles might vanish, or might stay, but regardless they were there now, marking her as Pipit's.
Surprisingly, Cawlin grinned at the child. "She's sweet." He observed, watching her blink at the sky with her baby blue eyes. "Looks like you."
Because she is mine. He didn't say it out loud, but he thought it certainly. "Thank you."
"I'm glad." Cawlin glanced back up at Pipit with his dull eyes. "That you two got together."
Pipit raised an eyebrow. "You..are?"
"She wouldn't have been happy with anyone else." Cawlin admitted, gently poking the chubby cheek of the baby. Pipit resisted the urge to swat his hand, since he wasn't hurting her. He was still getting used to these paternal instincts.
"Besides," Cawlin stepped back. "If you didn't marry her, then how would you make ugly kids?" He put his hands in his pockets and turned to walk away.
For some reason, Pipit found comfort in the fact that he had earned Cawlin's approval. Even if he'd have to punch him later for calling his daughter ugly.