She'd seen him coming. She'd noticed him a few beats before she could identify him. And her heart swelled when she realised who he was. She briefly considered trying to run, and there were so meany reasons she could use to justify the flight response. But he was her dad, and she couldn't turn away from him when he was walking right toward her.
"Daddy," she answered, raising her eyes to look to his face. He looked...haggared, but well. He looked really good, actually. better than she would expect. And he had Amoracchius on his belt. But he'd given up the sword, he'd retired.
"Daddy?" she said again, tilting her head at her father. What was going on here? Something was not quite right.