*steadfastly ignores the way some pathetic little-girl part of her wants to cling to those words (daughter of mine), as though possession is some reasonable proof of her worth to you*
*practically spitting mad (and going a little mad with frustration because of course she knows it's true—she can't leave if you intend to stop her)* Our family's good name? The whole world hates our family! And you're the worst of all! Even Mom hates you now, and Aunt Káni! *impatiently wipes away the beginnings of angry tears* At least Uncle Curvo loves me. At least out there, people like me. Amarië and Finduilas and Mír and—
*storms off toward the house, having decided you're not worth wasting any more words on (she'll just have to think of some other way to escape)* Fuck off and die, Turcafinwë. Do everybody a favor.