He had turned at the sound of a voice, and any tenseness that had formed in him melted almost immediately when he realised who it was. His sister, who had been playfully struggling to climb out of his arms, turned her attention to Nagato and grinned broadly. All spitfire and excitement at the age of six, she was. 'Yeah! Nii-san never lets me win, though... but I'll be faster than him soon! AND a better ninja!'

"Oi, now. You're going to make me look bad in front of kami-sama." With a laugh, he shifted her in his arms. "Now, there's still a bit of time before dinner, so why don't you see if mother needs any help? I'll be along soon, promise." He pressed a kiss to her forehead before setting her down. "We can play again later."

'Ooooi! I don't wanna!' Puffing out her cheeks, the little girl crossed her arms. 'Ne, ne, why don't we all play?!' Orile paused, glancing to Nagato briefly and then back to his sister.

"Well, that's not up to me, now is it?" he mused. It felt... strange, feeling this light and non-serious around Nagato. Up til now, his every action near his leader had been done with that unerring seriousness of a man on a mission. "If he says no, then you'll have to go back home and we'll play later." His voice was stern enough, though a smile played at his lips.

'But--' Huffing, she turned her attention from her brother to the cloaked man. 'Pleeeeeeeeease?' Ah. There she went, with the puppy-dog eyes.