"A vampire cure..." James repeated absently, curling an arm around his daughter's tiny body. Even like she was, she seemed infinitely frail in his eyes, like thin glass and paper. Perhaps he was biased, he thought, but he couldn't help but think she was fragile, vampiric abilities or no.

"I bet we'll find one soon, too." he agreed, rubbing her hair. "Soon."
With this, he gave a soft "Good night, Anya", and stared at the ceiling, waiting for his breath to slow as the soft lull of slumber overtook him.