He smiled, cocking his head, offering her the javelin.

"Ok. So. What you do. Is you aim about two inches in front of the fish. The water distorts the reflection."

She could tell that teaching her these lessons made him happy. Like it filled him with purpose and pride.

Bathor stabbed into a nearby fish, he'd definitely done this before. Then another and another. When he was finished he looked down to her with a playful smirk, resting the javelin fish up over his shoulder.

"Ya know if ya want. I could teach you how to fish."

He teased playfully.

Mutual respect and protective nature of the sweet baby

Adopted dad and claimed dad handshake shake hands like from full metal alchemist

This is Astrid and her brother's adaptive dad right?

Handsome man

He nodded to her then set his helmet at the head of his bedroll, walking off, grabbing a javelin, from a barrel on the way. When he came across the river he put up two fingers and chanted in abyssal. A prayer for the bounty that they would share. Every animal was sacred and deserved respect.

"Food."

He was a simple man, often drawing ire from people who sought a straight answer, that contributed to making their lives easier.

"I could go hunting in the woods. Or spear fishin."

He held his chin in contemplation, his tongue poking out ever so slightly as the cogs spun around.

He threw his head back, stomach rumbling.

"Ohh don't mention food. I'm fuckin, starvin beautiful."🥰

Food was the quickest way through to his heart.

"If ya get too lazy. The sword could be used. S'what I did when I was out."😊😏

He chuckled with a smile, tucking his helmet under his arm.

Respectfully
Foaming at the mouth

I love this

😏

But Halsin

Bathor lifts his flaming sword over his head, bathing his face in orange light. When he placed it back he fixed the crown carefully.

"There we go."

He smiled back down to her, beaming triumphantly.

"It is ain't it?"

He smiled as he crossed his arms, looking into the basket.

"Great work. I'll wear it into battle."

He brought his hand up into a fist, staring into the distance.

"They will tremble before my crown."

He playfully teased, the smile on his lips showed her that she did good.

Hell yeah

A centauresque creature. The size of a tarasque. The body of a honey badger, with the head of a goose.