father-daughter dances are supposed to be more fun

As he spoke, her expression was slow to change from confusion, his words were processed slowly. The healer, had perhaps, over-estimated how much sedative he'd need, after they'd sedated her earlier when the demon was out to play.

She was watching him, and though her senses were dulled, she didn't miss how he didn't look at the restraints. Her lower lip trembled, I am a murderous little temptress. She'd misunderstood, in the haze. Had taken his words to mean he was never going to let her up.

Novella's gaze didn't leave him, not that she had a lot of choices in where to look, as he expressed disappointment and disapproval. Her nostrils flared slightly, and she mumbled, Too much. There was too... much in my head. Foreign emotions, strange thoughts, assaulting her anytime she came into contact with others. The healers can make it stop?

Her magic. She didn't want magic. She was punished already for not having it. Getting it now felt like a cruel joke. You can fix it? She was more direct, this time. He always fixed it. He and Malik fixed everything.

He'd fixed her when she was just a girl, overcome by crushing grief when her loved one died on a mission. He'd fixed it so she never had to see her biological father. There was nothing her father couldn't fix. Fix me? As she asked, this time, her voice broke, and she cleared her throat softly.

@Malachai Valentius