After Mal had finished his story, as if on cue there was a sound. It was faint, a slight moan of pain. Mal turned back to where Molly lay under the covers, and saw her eyes were twitching, as if they were going to snap open at any second. Mal's attention was immediately back on Molly. Natara found it odd, this new Mal. He wasn't himself, he was what Natara could only describe as a father. Not her's, not his. A good father, ones she had seen in parks playing catch with their sons. Heaving their daughters up on their shoulders. He was utterly changed, the tough and somewhat childish at times Mal replaced by a loving father substitute. She remembered Clark back in D.C.. How he was a cold blooded, stoic man around anyone other that his daughter, he rumors how he melted at the very sight of her. Molly's eyes flickered open, and Natara could hear Mal's breath of relief. Her eyes met his face, trying to focus on it. They were forgiving and soft. She tried to say something, but Mal said "Ssshhhh…it's alright now. Your safe". She allowed her eyes to shut again, and Mal knew she had fallen back to sleep.
"We should let her rest" said Natara. The others left, but Mal didn't respond for a moment, he kept looking at the sleeping form of Molly. He stood up and Natara grabbed his hand and gave it a light tug, leading him to the waiting room once more.