"She can talk?" he breathed, looking out at the sea again. They'd gotten a little taste of Saoirse with a voice earlier in the year, but since then she'd been as silent as ever, even with her laughter. The notion that she could talk again just-- he wasn't sure what to make of the excitement he felt.

"I can't wait to see her," he confessed. "I've seen baby seals, but I'm sure she takes the cake." He smiled at Greta and wrapped his arm around her as she leaned against him. He felt the faint flutter of excitement he had when he learned he was to be a father, and perhaps it wasn't fair to have that feeling about a little girl that had already found a family, but he did none the less. Saoirse had become rather dear to him.