(Pretend Pan is Sapphire)

Sapphire: Mommy? I don't feel so good....

Me: What's wrong, sweetie?

Sapphire: I'm sick...*coughs*

Snuffle: I'll take her. Here. *Holds out his hands*

Me: *gives Sapphire to him* Please take good care of her.

Snuffle: I will, don't worry.

Me: Thanks. *Kisses Sapphire's cheek* Be good for your uncle, okay?

Sapphire: *weakly* Okay Mommy....

Snuffle: *puts her in bed*

Me: Do you know what's wrong with her?

Snuffle: She's got a bad cold, but she'll be fine. *Gives her medicine*

Sapphire: *swallows it*

Snuffle: *tucks her into bed* There. She's a cute little girl though.

Me: Thanks. She's 8.

Snuffle: Well she's a cute 8 year old. Maybe she'll want to train with me one day. I'm a god and I can train her.

Me: She'd like that. *Smiles*

Snuffle: Heh.

Sapphire: *coughs in her sleep*

Snuffle: *gives her more medicine*

Me: *pets her hair*

Snuffle: Come on, she needs to rest.

Me: Okay. *Follows him out*

Snuffle: Mhmm. She'll be okay, Becky, trust me.

Me: I do trust you.

Snuffle: Good.