Minos took a swig of whiskey before stowing the glass on his kitchen counter and jogging rather gracefully towards the door. He swung it open and then smiled warmly at his daughter. She was as beautiful as he remembered.
"Ariadne," he said softly, moving aside for her. He didn't know if he should hug her. He had been worried seeing her would bring up feelings of hurt or betrayal, but all he felt was protective and proud.