He laughs, a twinkling sound, as his arms automatically come around his son and hauls him up into a large, warm hug.

“And what a wonderful job you did,” he says, nuzzling into Percy’s hair, tickling his sides just a little as the boy squirms with joy. He’s so amused by Percy’s positioning, noticing how similar it is to the way seals generally flop about.

“Percy, sweetheart, would you like to go for a swim with me? As long as you hold onto momma’s fur tightly we can go.”