"Bah!" she shouted, spitting a Greek curse through the door and turning away. She had more important things to worry about than her father's idiocy.
"Shh," she said, turning on the hot water, letting steam fill the room. "I'm sorry too, love. More than I can say. But we can talk about that later. You're half frozen and shaking, I want to make sure you're well first." She drizzled some lavender oil into the water, it would be good for his cuts and bruises.