Cloud laughed slightly, putting the brush aside and curling his arms around her for a cuddle. "Now do you want a proper story? A nice one?" He didn't know what story to tell her, but he'd come up with something. He doubted it'd be very nice to tell her anything he'd done previously. His life had been pretty grotesque.

Settling back against the headboard, he wondered if Denzel and Shelke would want to join them. Then again, he knew it was important to spend individual time with each child.