-pats her head and ruffles hair-

“If you really are trying your best, than isn’t that what really matters?” The android commented, glancing over to the younger female. “There is no reason why your father shouldn’t be proud of you.”

“You waste your time.” It was hardly scathing, but the disapproval, subdued as it were, lingered all the time. Hanzo cared little for how his peers prioritized these rare and precious interludes—they were all adults, after all—but the consistent pings from whatever device she was using had been difficult to ignore. No, she may no longer be a child, but she was still undeniably young. Voice steady and calm, hands methodically working on his bow, Hanzo criticized, “Have you not things to tend to?”