David pulled his daughter into a close hug, wrapping his arms around her shoulders and kissing her forehead. "My dear one. I try to be secretive because I don't want to upset you. I'm sorry I am the way that I am- in times of difficulty that is just the way I go. I can't seem to help myself."
At least he wasn't praying for hours, waist deep in ponds. He was still praying often and frequently, though.