"I do not know." He'd only tried to be honest and he'd failed at that. "Maybe she will return in her own time. Maybe not." He ran his hand through his hair, "and this is why I'm terrible with people. I can comfort them when they die, not like this."
But I cannot be dishonest either. It is true. She is being childish, blaming her father for a thing that is not his fault. It hurts him too." He shook his head, "perhaps you can talk to her better I do not know. She seems to wish to spend the rest ofh er father's life, and her own, angry. I cannot help that."