Neville wondered if she'd eaten anything and remembered what a picky child she was when she was little.... and now she would have to feed on blood to stay healthy. It was going to be hard for her. The knot in his chest tightened again. "Yes, they did. You haven't had anything yet have you?" he only nodded afterward and let Minerva lean on him, just as he always did.
He wasn't really breathing, just trying to hold everything in and hold her, wishing he was still able to protect her like he did when she was younger. "It's alright, I know you didn't mean for this." She would have to feed at some point, or she'd continue getting weaker.
Neville held his daughter through the sobs and the harder cries and wished he could do something. "It's alright..." he said, gently lifting her face from his shoulder and gave her what he thought was a comforting smile. "I'll take care of you, you know that right? I'm so sorry my little one... I've been a terrible father, never around, only in the evenings... I don't even know what's been going on with ou lately, and now this." He held her again just for a moment and sighed, knowing what he'd been thinking for a while may have to come to pass.
"Do you know the person that did this to you? Or if you didn't, could you recognize them?" Neville spoke in soft tones and swept his daughter's hair from out of her face.