He'd be there... Relief flooded her, and she gripped his hand tightly with both of her own. She wouldn't be alone in front of Merlin-knew-how-many people, but still, she would. The accused.
She clung to his hand for a minute, then lifted her head. Sorry? Was she sorry? Did she regret... doing a good job? Doing what she'd been told to do?
"I. I don't know," she whispered, frowning down at the threadbare coverlet. "I know that what I did, some would call 'wrong', but... Would you feel regret for doing your job? Obeying the Minister? Doing your best?"
Her look grew pleading as she lifted her head again, and she hoped he'd understand. "I was doing what He told me to. I had to, Daddy. I promised to serve him, the Dark Lord..."