"Ah, my little darling!" Robin spread his arms wide in an embrace as Zara descended gracefully beside him, golden light shimmering faintly around her as if the heavens themselves were welcoming her return to his side.
She stepped into his arms, giving him a brief but heartfelt hug. "Your little darling is nearly six hundred years old now, Father," she said with a teasing smile, though her voice carried warmth that betrayed how much she had missed him.
"You'll always be my little girl," Robin replied without hesitation, his tone both firm and affectionate. He patted her head with the same ease he had centuries ago, his hand resting there a heartbeat longer than necessary, before pulling back and clapping loudly. "And just as I expected… magnificent work, girl! You've surpassed even my hopes!"
