father-daughter dances are supposed to be more fun

Novella's response to his jest was delayed, but a ghost of a grin crossed her lips. But then he was chastising her, and she sighed, staring up at the ceiling instead. You were busy. It wasn't bad. Until it was, and by that point, she'd been in no state to seek any sort of help if she'd wanted too.

She blew out a breath, S'always my work, she muttered, after a beat. When he reached for her hand, she let her head fall to the side, so she could watch him. ...mmm. It has a name. I think it has a name. She mused, quietly.

There was a knock at the door, as someone placed a tray of food on the table, just inside the door. Whoever it was retreated, before they could be addressed further. It appeared to be a simple sandwich, cut into bite-sized pieces, applesauce, and a glass of water. Her stomach growled, and she closed her eyes.

Is my wife okay? She asked, after a long moment of quiet. Considering her spouses release from prison, and how broken the woman had been. She'd carefully, delicately pieced her back together bit by bit. I think I need to go... home? Kaczor... needed her.

@Malachai Valentius