She ran her hand across the dresser, avoiding the question for the moment. "You're going to go out tomorrow? When?" She leaned against the dresser and looked up at him, biting her lip. For a moment she just stood their, watching, then sighed because she knew that he probably wouldn't answer her question until she answered his.
"I... Papa, you know I'm not really comfortable, but... I need this. I really... I want to stop being afraid." She also wanted to see her friends, but she didn't feel comfortable mentioning that. He'd probably know it anyway, so why bring it up?