The word startles him, but, to Kaji's credit, he doesn't stiffen up. Everyone else will see the briefly conflicted look on his face. Daddy? He's no father, he's no role model, unless it's a life example of what not to do.

But she needs a father right now. So. Maybe it's the kid's choice. A hand goes to the back of her head to pet her hair and settle her in against his shoulder. Daddy it is.

Kaji scoops her up and stands up with Ib still held tight against his chest. "Thank you, everybody." Voice is quiet but wavering a little. "Come on, let's get you home."

He isn't sure who will follow, but if they are just as concerned as he is, it's understandable. His priority is to get her home and get her into bed so maybe she can just pretend this was all a bad dream.