“'Course she will,” he grumbled, loathe to admit that Freyja had a point. But she did. No matter where Thrud went, he was going to love her and be there for her. It would just be easier if she was closer. His daughter would always be his daughter, though, regarless of her location.
He didn't really want to own up to the fact that the problem in this situation was his own ability to let his daughter grow up, rather than the possible job Freyja would offer her. So his face was set in belligerent lines when he admitted, “Still don't want 'er to go.”
Uncomfortably, he shrugged one shoulder. “Place'll be lonely without 'er there.”