"Hatori, I've got an owie!"
"You fell down, Aki?" Hatori asked worriedly, toddling over to the toddler and bending down a bit. The eight year old closely inspected her knee, finding it to be scuffed and bleeding, a bit of gravel still wedged into the wound. Akito was a tough girl; she wasn't crying for her father now, just holding her arms up and making grabby hands at her dragon.
Sighing softly, Hatori glanced around to see if Shigure would help him carry her inside; he wasn't surprised to find that Shigure had gone back home in favor of doing what he wanted to do, instead of playing with Hatori and Akito. The little God had demanded to play tag, and while Hatori was notoriously awful at that game, and he truly believed this was just a disaster waiting to happen, he agreed to play with her. That was a mistake.
Of course, he had been correct. In his full eight years of wisdom, he knew Akito would hurt herself- she was entirely much too clumsy. Gently picking her up bridal-style, he held her close and carefully waddled inside the main estate building.
"Don't cry, okay? I can put a band-aid on it. When we're done, we can ask Akira if you can have some ice cream, okay? So, don't be sad, Akito. It's just an owie."