Pride was a foolish armour. One Katherine had worn since a very young age. Receiving commands, getting called out or being hissed at had always been hard for her to swallow. But around her father she at least gave her best to not let her hurt show too much, unjustified as it was.
Nevertheless, her body straightened and the head that had been held low in a submissive manner was raised. It did not change the fact that she was still a head smaller than him. It was ridiculously annoying at times, always having to look up. "Believe me, father, I know that," she said. The stress she was under made her sound more snippy than she felt and had intended to sound like. "I've been told I'm weak, pathetic and my powers are unreliable plenty of times." She bit her tongue. This wasn't helping. Her shoulders slumped a little again, eyes back to being averted. "Sorry. You are right. I didn't mean to snap." She was relieved that she had managed to push the apology past her armour. "It's, uhm, Abigail needs help. I'm going to help her. Her friend is hurt. She looks like she might die any minute. I know I asked a lot already but you could help her much quicker than I could. It would be a lot safer."