She'd managed to get a little sleep while she waited, though she couldn't seem to escape the tears completely. It was her father's voice, louder than she would have expected that woke her later, and she got up leaving her bed a rumpled mess and coming downstairs slowly.
She'd wanted to smile at her father, to agree that it was nice that she was there, but the minute she saw him it all came rushing back, and that small bit of control she'd had on herself, seemed to vanish as tears filled her eyes again and she closed the space that remained between them wrapping her arms around her father and crying against his chest.
This was such a small thing, especially in light of all the other things that could be wrong, that there could have been another attack, that someone was hurt, and all it was was her stupid emotions, she hadn't been able to control herself and now she'd gotten herself hurt - it was all her fault and she didn't know what to do to fix it.