Fabian raised his eyebrows, thinking of all the various times that Hestia stole his ches set, his jacket or both. It wouldn't even be that much of a long shot, if he was dead - she'd have no one to return it to. "With... dragon hide patches on the elbows?" He asked with some hesitation, "Because I did. Off this American vet I met in a pub. Paid 'em two pints and a sleep charm. Soldiers..."
Then he paused, realizing that what he was about to say applied to his daughter as much as himself or her mother. "You look out for one another."
The thought made him uncomfortable, and instead he allowed his eyebrows to raise at the idea of never seeing a motor-car. Never mind that he hadn't seen one until he was almost twenty-five, times had changed, hadn't they? "don't like them for chores... or how they ride?"