She watched with intense interest while he rubbed her hand between his. She could feel the friction, and the surface warmth, but it did little to warm her on the inside.
The last time she'd seen him, he'd been...not frail exactly, but not the picture of health he was in front of her now. He'd bee gravely injured, and even though he'd been well on the road to recovery, Molly never anticipated a full recovery, or a return to his Knighthood. She was glad for it, she knew it gave him purpose, and he thrived on having something to do.
But it just didn't feel right, and Molly didn't like that. "Daddy? What's the last thing you remember, before coming here?" Where ever here was.