He gently touched her head, asking softly, "Does it still hurt?"

Evelyn, brought back from her drowsy thoughts by her father's presence, snuggled into his embrace. “It still hurts," she whispered.

Leonel tenderly massaged the sore spot, soothing her.

Half-asleep in her father's arms, Evelyn murmured that she was hungry.

Noting the time, Leonel smiled at her quick return of appetite.