She nodded, she wasn't sure if they really could figure this out, not in a way that would make any of this better, but just hearing her father make that promise made her feel better. And that was the whole reason she had come home in the first place, to let her father take care of things the way he always had done.
Sitting there, arms wrapped around her legs, and her chin on her knees Dom watched her father speak, listening as he tried tell her about love. The last thing she wanted to do was ask one of her uncles something like that, she couldn't imagine going to Uncle Ron or Harry and asking what it had been like to fall in love.
"I don't know if the two can be separate." She told him with a sigh. "You weren't there though, you didn't see ... I smelled him." She practically cried pressing her face against the top of her knees to hide herself. "That's not normal, people in love don't smell each other."