"Felicia!" Her father, looking tired but otherwise alright, stood up from his seated position, and met his daughter halfway in a fierce hug. Arms wrapped around her, he spoke quietly. "Good girl. You've done well without me; I couldn't be prouder." He kissed her hair, noting with some trepidation its new color. As for her costume... he could have words later, when they were alone.
"Daddy," she whispered, feeling a relief from a weight she had forgotten was there. "I'm glad you're safe."