Daryl is trekking through the woods, his crossbow in his hand, looking for his next meal. A little bit of snake, bunny, anything to keep him going whilst he searches for bigger game to take back home to the others.

He's on high alert, not that that is unusual for him, but with everything that has happened lately, he can't be too careful. Every rustle of leaves has his crossbow aimed at it.

It was a short time later, just as he has stripped the skin off a black snake and was just about to start to cook it on a little camp fire, that he hears slow, timid footsteps approaching him. He knows it isn't a walker as he has grown to tell the difference between the dead and alive's movements.

In one swift motion, he is on his feet, crossbow in hand pointing to where the sound came from.

"Come out, naw!" He demands, "show me yer hands!"

A few seconds pass with no movement at all, then the person takes off running. Without a second thought, Daryl takes chase after them. He won't let them get away.

Daryl is very fast. He uses his spare arm to push the twigs and branches away from his face as he runs. He gains on the intruder in the matter of seconds. Reaching out, he grabs them by the shoulder of their jacket, roughly throwing them to the ground. It is only then that he notices that it's a young girl.

The girl begins to panic, using all her might to attempt to get away.

"Whoah kid, calm down!" Daryl instructs, keeping a tight grip of her.

"GET THE FUCK OFFA ME!" She screams, struggling harder to get away.

She tries to scratch and kick at Daryl,

"LET. ME. GO!" She continues to shout.

"EY! Stop tha'!" Daryl warns her, not wanting the racket to bring any walkers to them.

The girl doesn't listen. She continues to shout and scream, attempting to get her leg between them both so she can kick him away. Daryl doesn't know what to do to calm her down. Without a second thought, he swiftly turns her to the side and swats her ass 3 times hard.

This has the desired effect as she removes her hand from Daryl's chest where she was pushing at him and quickly covers her butt from any further assault.

"Oowww!" Was the only sound she now made.

"Hush kid, yer gonna bring the damn walkers over 'ere!" Daryl says, covering her mouth with his hand.

When the girl makes no other attempt to move, Daryl looks around them both, looking for any sign of a walker. Once he is certain there is none, he turns his attention back to her.

"You gonna stop all tha' screamin'?" He asks, keeping his hand over her mouth. She nods in reply. "Good!"

Daryl slowly removes his hand, standing up and pulling the girl up with him.

"Who are yer and where's ya parents?" He questions, the second they are on their feet.

"What's is gotta do with you?" She answers his questions with a question of her own. He can tell by the look on her face, this isn't going to be easy.

Daryl's voice seems to get a bit gruffer, showing his irritation towards the girl.

"Listen kid, I ain't got no time fer yer games, jus' tell me what I wanna know, naw!" He gives her a bit of a shake to emphasise what he is saying. She snarls at him, remaining quiet. With his annoyance at her disobedience clearly getting to him, he turns her to the side and begins to smack her backside again.

"AH! Stooop! What'reya doin'?" The girls shrieks, trying to turn her butt away from the swats. "Please..."

Her pleading falls on deaf ears as Daryl wants answers and he wants them now.

"Tell me wha' I asked of yer!" Daryl says, continuing to smack her.

"Oowww! Okay. Okay, just stooop!" She begs. Daryl stops immediately, giving her a look that warns her not to mess with him again - it sends a shiver straight down her spine.

Taking a deep breath to try and quell her shaky breath, and a wipe to her face using her sleeve, she nods her head to say she is ready to answer him.

"What's yer name?" He stares straight in to her eyes, daring her to ignore him again.

"Kayley," she answers. Offering no other information.

"Where's yer parents?" He continues.

"Gone."

"Who ya wiv then?"

"Right now? Some dick stranger. 5 minutes ago - no one!"

"Watch yer mouth!" Daryl warns, looking at the girl sceptically.

Daryl considers what he has been told. There is no way this kid has been out her by herself. She's no more that what? 10 maybe. 11 at most. He takes in her appearance, long straggly mousey brown hair, dirty face, cowboy boots, ripped jeans and an ill fitting denim jacket, with what looks like blood stains all over it. There is a hunting knife strapped to her right leg and backpack hung from her left shoulder.

"Come on," Daryl says, pulling Kayley along beside him, deciding to cut his travelling short and return to Alexandria. He doesn't want to be responsible for some kid whilst trying to hunt for food for everyone. Kayley tugs her arm free of his grasp, but continues to walk along with him.

There is at least a half a days trek back Alexandria, and the walk is awkward. Daryl is not the most talkative of person and the kid doesn't seem to want to talk either.

Besides the several walkers that Daryl put down swiftly, the walk is uneventful so far. He noticed that the kid didn't seem phased by the walkers themselves, nor the killing of them. She just kept her pace the whole time, occasionally sneaking a peak towards him.

The light had started to taper off through the trees, signalling to Daryl that it would soon be night time and he should look for some kind of shelter to keep himself and the kid safe until morning.

It's another 20 or so minutes until they come across an abandoned hut, sitting alone and looking decrepit. It must have been used for hunting purposes before the world went to shit. It's not the best place, but it's got walls and only one way in, so will do for the night. He checks it out to make sure it's empty.

"Ger in," Daryl commands, nodding his head in the direction of the hut as he waits in the doorway.

"You get in!" Kayley sasses back, not liking being told what to do by a stranger.

"Jus' move. Nah!" Accentuating his instruction with a light slap to the back of her head.

Kayley instantly felt heat surge up her body, her hands clenching in to fists and unclenching.

"You need to stop hitting me, or I'll..." she starts to threaten, but it has no impact on Daryl.

"Or you'll wha'?" He cuts in, stopping her threat before she can even finish it.

Kayley absently looks around her, as if searching for inspiration to continue her threat. She comes up empty.

"Or I'll do something!" She could kick herself at how childish she sounds right now.

"Nuh," Daryl grunts at her. "Little girl, yer berruh watch yer mouth 'fore I turn yer over ma knee an tan yer hide inta nex' week!" Now that is a threat. Why couldn't she come up with something that quick?

Kayley complies. The last thing she wants right now is for this crazy looking stranger to fulfil his threat. She immediately takes up residence in the far corner, sitting on the floor and hugging her backpack to her chest.

She watches silently as Daryl closes the door behind him, his back sliding down the wood until his butt comes in contact with the floor beneath him. He places his crossbow at his right side, his own bag on his left, before resting his forearms on his raised, spread out knees. He then turns his attention back to her.

They begin a stare-out. Neither one of them wanting to be the first to look away. Kayley can feel her heart begin to race in her chest as Daryl's intimidating stare makes her feel small and uncomfortable. The only sound that can be heard is the cicadas and the owls, breaking the silence of the night.

As hard as Kayley tried, she couldn't maintain the staring contest that was going on. She was the first to look away as she could no longer handle the intense glare Daryl is giving her.

"Um... seems as though you know my name, you gonna tell me yours?" Kayley asks Daryl.

"Ma names Daryl," he tells her simply.

Jesus Christ, it's like tryna get blood out of a stone getting a conversation going with him, Kayley thinks to herself. He's fucking worse than me! God knows what he has to be wary about, he's a grown ass adult. Unlike me and my 13 year old self.

As the tiredness starts to creep over Kayley, a pit starts to form in her stomach. The thought of going to sleep with this stranger is making her feel sick. She thought she would be able to stay awake all night, keeping her eye on him. With a quick look at him, he doesn't look like he will be going to sleep anytime soon.

With a deep breath and a stretch of her limbs, Kayley get to her feet. The thoughts running through her head are too much for her now.

"Let me out. I'm not staying here." She states simply, walking towards the door he is blocking. She stops when she is a couple of feet in front of him.

Daryl looks up to her, the scowl that has been a permanent fixture on his face turns to puzzlement.

"Nah yer not. Sit yer ass down, yet not goin' anywhere t'night." He says, pointing to the corner she has just vacated.

Kayley's breath hitches in her throat. Who does this hick think he is?

"Listen Daryl," she says his name like it disgusts her coming from her mouth. "You're not my owner, my boss, or even my fucking father, so you can't tell me what to do. Move. Now!" She takes a step closer to him.

The finger Daryl pointed at the corner is now aimed at her face.

"Yer damn right I ain't yer daddy, as yer sure as hell wouldn't be speaking te me like tha'!" His gruff voice is showing his irritation. "Last chance, little girl. Git yet ass back in tha' corner 'fore a make yer!" The warning is lost on Kayley as she is too mad to heed it.

Quicker than Daryl could expect it, Kayley slams her right first in to the left side of his face. Daryl didn't have time to block it as it was the last thing he expected her to do. He was more alert on the second swing of her fist, catching it in his own hand, as it inched towards his face again.

"Wrong choice, sweetheart," he murmurs menacingly.

Before Kayley could counteract his movement, Daryl yanks her hand he is holding with his left hand, pushes his crossbow away from his side with his right. The momentum of his pull causes Kayley to lurch forward, landing directly on top of him in a crumbled mess. It then took all of two seconds for Daryl to stretch his legs and manoeuvre her body so she is laying flat over his lap. Her face and upper body is now squashed against his bag.

The anger emanating from Daryl has Kayley's voice stuck in her throat. She can't even make a sound as she feels him wrap his strong arm around her waist, effectively pinning her in the position she is currently in.

Kayley's eyes practically bulge out of her head when Daryl's hard, calloused hand lands the first strike on her upturned bottom. She can't believe how much that one smack had hurt. Before she can process the one hit, another one falls. The slaps keep coming hard and fast, over and over again.

Kayley squeezes her eyes shut and locks her jaw in an attempt to stop her from crying out or begging Daryl to stop. She knows what happens when she cries during a punishment, even though she is not accustomed to this type of punishment being so intimate and definitely not from a stranger. She also intertwines her fingers underneath her to prevent her from reaching back.

Daryl keeps his arm swinging, raising his hand above his head and bringing it down on her bottom hard and relentlessly. He keeps expecting a reaction from Kayley, but she is taking her spanking well. He is momentarily taken back to his own childhood, at the beatings he took at the hands of his own father.

The small whimper that escapes Kayley's lips brings Daryl back to the present. He considers ending her ass whooping after thinking about his own experience, but decides not to. After all, he is only spanking her, not beating her like is father would have done.

Once Daryl is sure that he had thoroughly smacked her entire backside repeatedly, he slows the speed of his swats.

"Yet gonna be a good girl naw?" He asks Kayley, stopping his hand in mid air as he awaited her answer. When no answer came, he brought his hand down four times on to the top of each of her thighs.

The immense sting those swats bring has Kayley's grip on her silence slip.

"Aaaahahoooww!" She cries out, reaching her arm back in an attempt to stop him from hitting her again. Unfortunately for her, the girth of his muscles arms and the way they are placed, she has no chance of getting anywhere near her burning flesh.

Daryl now knows she is near her limit, so decides to speed things up to bring her spanking to an end. He raises his right leg, effectively giving him better access to her sit-spots, the place where her butt meets her thighs, and aims his hard hand there, repeatedly smacking her.

This spanking has been going on for several minutes. Kayley has handled herself well up to now, but she really can't take anymore. Never before has a punishment she had received, lasted so long.

"Ple-he-hease, D-Daryl." She begins to beg. "No-no m-moooooree." She futilely continues to try and reach back and protect her butt. Kayley's dam has broke and her sobs are coming out loud and hard. Somehwere in the back of her mind, there is a small voice telling her she had had it now. She is gonna feel real pain now.

Daryl finally ends her spanking. He looks down at the girl, sobbing brokenly over his lap and it tugs at his heart strings. He slowly turns her over so she is laying on her back instead of her stomach, before attempting to cradle her in his arms to pull her in to a cuddle.

Kayley starts to panic, not knowing that Daryl's intentions were to give her comfort, not to cause her more pain.

"I'm sorry! I-I'm sorry. Pleeease Daryl. Im so-so sorry!" She pleads as she tries to push herself away from him.

"Shhhh calm down, kid." Daryl tries to settle her down, keeping his strong arms wrapped around her and hugging her close to his chest. As he feels her relax a little in to his hold, he removes his right hand and begins to smooth the tear drenched hair away from her face.

Even though her cries have somewhat subsided, with only the odd hiccough permeating the room, he continues to shush and stroke her hair.

Kayley is very confused, battling an inner monologue of the situation, trying to figure out what is happening to her right now. She has never been held like this, apart from by her mother a very long time ago, but especially not after she had been punished. Part of her wants to bolt away, but a bigger part of her want to relish in the offered comfort.

Without giving herself permission, she feels her body shutting down. The safety she feels being held by Daryl is settling her in to a calm place, and before she knows it, she has fallen in to a deep and peaceful sleep.

Daryl notices her breathing has become deep and heavy, signalling to him that she has fallen asleep in his arms.

"Wha' the hell 'ave you been through, little one?" He asks her sleeping form, knowing she can't answer him.

Daryl continues to hold her, not having the heart to disturb her whilst she looks so peaceful. He watches her as she sleeps for a while before sleep eventually takes a hold of him too.

The early morning sun had just begun to shine through one of the huts small windows. Kayley begrudgingly prised her eyes open, not really wanting to as she had had the best sleep she had had in a long time. Her eyes slowly focused in on to Daryl's face so close to her own and with horror, she quickly scrunched her eyes shut, trying to remember what the hell happened last night.

Kayley was mortified as her memories from the previous night came back to her. She could feel

The blush creeping up her cheeks. She held her breath and attempted to quietly ease herself off Daryl's lap, failing the second he butt came in to contact with the hard wooden floor of the hut.

"Ouch!" She hissed out loud, waking Daryl in an instant. His eyes dart about the room, looking for the source of her discomfort.

"Wha' 'appened?" He quizzes her, after finding no immediate threat.

"I... I..." Kayley doesn't know how to answer him as she doesn't want to admit that her butt was still smarting.

"Spit it out!" He demands, leaning closer to her.

"I, um, kinda sat on my butt not expecting it to still be hurting." Kayley looks so dejected Daryl notices, and tries to lighten the mood.

"We'll, I'da done a piss poor job if it didn', woundn' I!" His facial features soften as he awards her a small smile to show he is joking with her.

Kayley visibly relaxes as she takes in his expression and body language.

"Ha, yeah, I er, I guess so." She gives him a shy smile in return.

The awkward silence was broken by the sound of Daryl's stomach rumbling. Kayley suddenly remembers the flapjacks that she had in her bag and goes to retrieve them. She found them in a bedroom a couple of days back when she was scavenging, and even though she doesn't like them, they are a source of nutrition and beggars can't be choosers these days.

Daryl keeps a wary eye on her, her sudden movement a little unsettling, and watches as she roots through her backpack. The sound of a wrinkling packet can be heard as she pulls her hand free.

"Here. Have this," she says as she offers him one of the flapjacks. He looks between her hand and her face before taking the offered food.

"Er, fanks," he says whilst nodding his head once. He feels a bit weird taking food off the kids when he is pretty sure he is the one who is supposed to be feeding her.

Daryl eats every crumb from the packet as he studies Kayley's face, amused by the way she seems to stop herself from retching after each small nibble she takes.

"Wha's wrong wiv yer? Don' yer like it or sutton?" He asks.

"No, not really. They're vile. Taste and texture." She pulls a face whilst staring at the bar in her hand before turning her attention back to Daryl, "but, it fills a hole, right?" She says all perkily.

As Kayley remains standing, guilt slowly creeps through Daryl as he knows that it's because of him, but he quickly quashes the feeling as he knows deep down that she deserved it for punching him in the face.

With a lick of his fingers, he stand up straight, stretching his limbs as he does so.

"Come on then. Time t' git goin'," he says as he bends down and grabs his bag and crossbow.

Kayley grabs her backpack, throwing it over her shoulder before quickly following his lead.

"Where exactly are we going?" She asks him, thinking it weird that he actually has somewhere to go.

"Wer' goin' home." He states, whilst flinging his crossbow and bag on his back.

Home. That's a concept Kayley hasn't even thought about in a long time. She didn't think anyone even had a home anymore. Everywhere she had been had been ransacked and destroyed.

"Where exactly is your home?" She asks, breaking her own thoughts from a life no longer seeming possible.

"Alexandria," he tells her as if that would make sense.

"What's Alexandria?" She questions.

"You'll see," he replies cryptically.

They have been walking for about an hour, exchanging random chitchat. The fact that Kayley feels so comfortable around Daryl is not lost on her. He is the only person she has interacted with in a very long time. It should feel weird being in his company, but it doesn't. It feels natural.

The two were so absorbed in their conversations, that they didn't hear the two men sneaking up on them. The first they knew of them is when one of them snatched Kayley, holding a hunting knife to her throat.

Daryl was quick to aim his crossbow, but the man heaved Kayley up and put her head in the line of fire.

"I wouldn't do tha' if I were you," he sneers, his rough arm squeezing uncomfortably tight around her waist, his rank breath fanning out around her face.

"DROP THE BOW AND GET ON YER KNEES AND PUT YER HANDS UP," another man shouts from behind Daryl, poking a knife in to his back. He complies, not taking his eyes off of Kayley for a second. He finds it strange that the kids doesn't even seem scared in the slightest. She is just maintaining eye contact with him.

"What's in the bag?" The other man asks as he tears it from Daryl's back. The second he is distracted by the contents, Kayley makes her move. She brings one of her dangling legs up and rams it in the her captors crotch.

The next moments were like a blur.

"GET HIM, DARYL," Kayley screams as she leaned toward against her captors loosened grip and brought her head back with such force, she felt his bones crunch against her skull. The second she is freed, she grabs the knife that is attached to her leg and jabs it in to his, twisting it before giving him a roundhouse kick to the head. He falls unconscious at her side.

At the same time Kayley starts, so does Daryl. He has swept the other guys legs out from under him, gripping his throat as soon as he hits the floor, punching him in the face over and over again. The guy is clearly unconscious before he stops.

Daryl wipes the other man's blood on his shirt, cleaning his own knuckles. It takes him a second to remember Kayley and he spins round, ready to help her take the other guy out. He is surprised to see her standing next to the guy whilst he is sprawled out at her feet.

"You ok?" She asks him, worry etched on her face.

"Damn girl, I should be askin' that t' you!" And unbelievable laugh escaping him. He once again looks down at the man at her feet, wonder ing how on earth such a little thing could put a grown ass man down.

Without another word, Daryl picks up his things and grabs Kayley's hand, pulling her away from the men. He keeps a hold of her hand, even when they're far away from the scene. Kayley doesn't even attempt to remove her hand away either.

They came across one of Daryl's snares, meaning they were close to Alexandria. Daryl let's go of Kayley's hand so he can check it, pleased to find a rabbit in it. He puts it in his bag before setting it up again.

"Wer' nearly home." He tells her, nodding his head in the direction he wants her to walk.

"So... yer gonna tell me how yer learn ta fight like that?" He asks, feeling a little bit more comfortable talking again as they're nearly home.

"Hmmm," Kayley looks up to him. "Oh right. Yeah. My father." She offers no more information and Daryl doesn't push her as he has noticed how she seems to clam up when she mentions him.

They stop in front of a hill with a four foot base to climb before they head up it. Daryl grabs Kayley by the waist and lifts her up with ease, before jumping and pulling himself up. Once at the top of the hill, Kayley can see the massive metal walls that surround something she can't see. There are people at the top of the wall, looking out at them.

"OPEN UP. DARL'S BACK!" A female shouts, before the huge gate opens up.

Kayley feels trepidation overwhelm her as she sees people come running towards them. Without a second thought, she reaches out and grabs Daryl's hand, squeezing it tightly. She doesn't like this. She doesn't trust people and seeing all these has got her on high alert.

Daryl stops when a man wearing a police uniform and a lady with dreads stops directly in front of them.

"Good to have you back, brother," the cop states, bringing Daryl in for a hug. "And whose this?" He turns his attention towards Kayley.

The tightness in my chest prevents me from answering. She is so out of her element here.

"This 'ere is Kayley. Say 'ello then," Daryl encourages her.

"H-hi." She manage to croak out, pushing herself against Daryl's side. She feel like a toddler on their first day of kindergarten.

Kayley looks up between the two men and notices that they appear to be having a silent conversation, before she feels Daryl begin to walk again.

"Come wiv me. I'll show yer were yer gonna stay." He says, pulling her along next to him.

They stop outside a small house, a fence going along the side of it.

"'Ere we are. Git yerself inside, I'll be in in a sec," he instructs, lightly pushing her in the direction of the door.

"W-what? No!" Kayley replies, resisting his motion. She doesn't trust this place, so doesn't want to go in without him.

The police officer and the lady share a look before focusing on Daryl's.

"It's 'k. Jus' go in," Daryl tries to persuade her. He needs to speak with Rick and would feel better if she wasn't around when he did.

"I said no! I'm not going in there!" She states adamantly.

"Jus' do as yer damn well told fer once, naw!" Daryl almost yells, turning her and swatting her butt hard, the force of it propelling her in the direction of the door.

Kayley feels pure embarrassment wash over her for being smacked in front of these other people. To save face, her brattiness comes out.

"Screw you, Daryl!" She says whilst flipping him the bird and entering the house he told her to.

"Nuh." Daryl grunts, pissed at her behaviour. "Yer gonna regret tha' when I ger in there!" He warns. Her only reply is to slam the door, ending the conversation.

Kayley slowly walks around the house. It's clean and tidy, not what she was expecting his house to look like. She makes her way up the stairs. There are four rooms. She opens the first door and sees a mess. This has to be his room, she thinks to herself.

Opening the second door, it's clean and tidy but obviously in use. She notices feminine items around the room and quickly wonders if Daryl has a girlfriend or a wife. The third bedroom is clean and tidy but has no possessions in it. She makes her way over to the bed and lays down on it. She had forgotten what it was like to lay on an actual bed.

With a huff, she gets up and makes her way to the forth door. Opening it she seeing a spotless bathroom. Her interest piques as she wonders if they have hot water. Turning on the faucet, she smiles with delight when the water starts to heat up. The prospect of a bath has her feeling giddy inside.

Kayley turns the faucet off before making her way back downstairs. She heads back to the kitchen to see if there is anything to eat. Spotting a large pot on the stove, she lifts the lid and looks inside and was instantly hit with the most amazing smell assaulting her senses. Vegetable soup. Yum!

Hearing the front door open and close, she replaces the lid and make her way back to where she started. Daryl looks stiff and annoyed as he offloads his gear on to the floor, next to the door.

Without saying a word, he marches towards Kayley and gets a firm grip on her upper arm, then drags her back to the living space. He then props his foot on the coffee table that is sitting in the middle of the room and unceremoniously dumps Kayley over his raised lap.

As she dangles, her legs on one side and her upper body on the other, he begins to spank her already tender backside.

"Ooow. Darylll. I'm sorry, okay. Please... Stop!" She begs, the fire on her butt already burning as her butt hadn't got over the last attack on it.

Daryl doesn't listen. He continues until he has swatted her 20 times, then lowers her to the floor, keeping tight hold of her biceps.

As soon as she has got her bearings, Daryl leans down so they are eye to eye.

"Listen kid, I won' 'ave any of tha' disrespect. Yer 'ear me?" He gives her a small shake, demanding a reply.

"Y-yes sir," she answers as she attempts to rub the sting out of her bottom.

"If I hafta tell yer again, yer pants will be comin' down. Yer ge me?" He warns. Kayley vigorously nods her head in response, not wanting any part in that.

Kayley can feel tears welling up behind her eyes. Daryl notices at the same time.

"Come 'ere," he says, pulling her in for a hug. "Listen kid, I don' like havin' ta spank yer like tha', but yer need ta mind me an do as yet told. 'K?"

"'M sorry," Kayley hums in to his chest as she returns the cuddle.

They remain like that for a short time, before Daryl breaks the moment.

"Come on. Al show yer were yer can put yer stuff. Then yer can git yerself a baff."

Now that is something Kayley will not argue against.

As soon as she has dumped her belongings in to the room, she heads straight for the bathroom. Kayley strips off her clothes and is in the bath before it's even a quarter full. It has been that long since she has had one, she just couldn't wait any longer.

With her hair shampooed and her body freshly scrubbed, she reluctantly gets out the bath. Wrapping a very large towel around her torso, she makes her way back to the room Daryl showed her to. There, sat on the bed, is a sleeveless T-shirt. It makes Kayley smile as she knows that it will be his.

As soon as she is dry, she puts it on and it drowns her. It's literally like a nighty. Still, it feels amazing to not only be clean, but to wear something clean. Her eyes look over to the bed and without missing a beat, she jumps on the bed and crawls under the covers. She is so comfy, she falls asleep within minutes.

Daryl makes his way up the stairs to check on Kayley. He hasn't heard a peep from her for over an hour. Surely to god she can't still be in the tub, he thinks to himself. He knocks on the door to the bathroom, and when he gets no reply, he opens it wide.

He gets a feeling of dread seeing the empty room. Quickly, he makes his way to the bedroom he put her in and his breath hitches as he sees her fast asleep in the large bed. She literally looks like a doll in the middle of it.

Daryl remains at the door for a long while, just watching over Kayley. A small smile on his lips.

"Yer won't hafta worry anymore, little one. Imma take care of ya." He promises to her sleeping form, before returning back downstairs.