Grandfather caught her easily as she embraced him, not rocking back even a step. Right here, with his beard tickling her cheek and his heavily calloused hand resting affectionately on her head, Sun Liling could forget the troubles and humiliations of the last year. Even if his true body was back in the capital, it still felt the same. The one place in all the world that was utterly safe, where she could allow herself a little weakness. "Grandpa, I've missed you so much," she murmured, her voice muffled by the thick red fabric of his robe.
"Likewise, my little warrior," The elder cultivator replied quietly, his deep voice softened by affection. Though she wasn't looking at his face, Sun Liling knew that the dark crimson eyes, and stern, craggy features which sent courtiers and soldiers alike scurrying, would be lit by love that belonged only to her.
It's odd to say this but Liling's kind of adorable here.