Odo took the boy’s shoulders, helped him to rise. He noticed how Jake held the little girl. Molly had obviously become as important to him as he was to her; she was his “daughter” now, as well as a talisman against evil memories. Whenever Jake began to remember, he could always find something Molly needed.
I am looking at raw, evolutionary survival instinct, thought the shapeshifter in awe. A young boy, barely more than a child himself, becomes a father because a little girl needs him to be. Life takes care of life.