"Maybe." She admitted when he asked if she'd created the bond, she still wasn't sure, but it was looking more and more like it. "He doesn't want me." She had to bite her lip to keep another round of sobs from choking off her ability to speak all together, she just pressed her face against her father's shoulders and closed her eyes tightly against the pain of knowing that Dylan didn't want her.
"I don't know, Daddy." She really couldn't be completely sure, not unless she started getting sick the way Dylan said she might. "I don't know how it works, I hadn't talked to Patrick yet. I just ... I don't know." She said again, not even sure what she wanted to say anymore.