"Lack of proof doesn't matter," Arwen said, her tone patient and betraying none of the impatience she felt. "You have a witness; a potentially biased one, yes, but a witness none-the-less. They will make a report, and likely do absolutely nothing about it. That's not the point. Getting Doran locked up isn't the idea. Having a record, if - God forbid - he is foolish enough to do something again, is what matters. Establishing a history, no matter how flimsy, can only help your case. I know what I'm talking about, Emilia. Please trust me."
Finally, Arwen's internal rage started to boil over a little when Emilia voiced her concerns over their father. "Good," she said, tone firm. To a passer-by she still sounded calm and controlled. Her sisters might sense the anger beneath the polished exterior. "He should know. After what happened to Alice, if Dad doesn't take the mere idea of a man putting his hands on one of his remaining daughters seriously then he's less than nothing to me. I love him, still; despite everything that's happened he's still my father. But if he wrote this off then he's utterly worthless." The words were serious, particularly coming from Arwen. She didn't say anything lightly, and certainly not this. If their father learned of this and dismissed it, she would disown him. He would be dead to her. Truthfully, Arwen couldn't help but be angry with Emilia. After Alice, how could she try to make light of this? It felt almost like a betrayal.