Archer's lips curved into a proud smile as he adjusted the baby in his arms, letting her face his sisters more. ''Everyone, this is my first daughter, Freya Wyldheart,'' he said, his tone warm but steady, carrying the weight of a father's love. ''Your niece.''
Freya, as if sensing the importance of the moment, let out a gleeful squeal, her tiny hands reaching toward Kestria, who gasped and laughed softly in response. Dara took a cautious step closer, her eyes locked on the toddler's beaming face.
''Can… can we hold her?'' she asked, glancing at him with a hopeful, almost pleading look.
Archer chuckled, the sound easing the tension. ''Go easy on her,'' he said, his voice teasing but protective. ''She's small, but she's got a fierce grip.''
He gently shifted Freya before passing her to Dara, as the brothers slowly approached like scared deer, their shock giving way to curiosity and warmth, drawn in by the light of their new family member.
