[Third Person].
Draven's expression softened instantly.
He bent, scooping his daughter into his arms in one smooth motion, a gesture so natural it momentarily warmed the entire room.
Then, he pressed a kiss to her cheek before turning toward Meredith.
As he approached, she straightened, managing a composed smile even though her heart was racing with the attempt to hide the letter.
Draven reached her, lowered Xamira gently onto the couch beside Meredith, and let his hand linger briefly on Xamira's back.
Then his eyes flicked to Meredith for just a moment, but she caught it—the silent glance, asking if she was alright.
She nodded faintly. Then Draven turned his attention to his daughter again, his voice low and fond as he took a few steps back.
"You look full of energy today."
Xamira nodded vigorously, her black hair shifting with the movement. "That's because I walked with my lady."
