"Don't tell anyone else. I know it's stupid to ask that, knowing my father, but... please."
She takes a deep breath of the autumn-scented wind. It's cold, and more than autumn, carries the suggestion of snow somewhere over the water.
"I won't apologize for your trouble," she informs him calmly. "And I am going to go back. I just don't know when. I couldn't be there anymore. I couldn't be anywhere anymore." She pauses, practically mid-thought, seeming to reconsider whether she wanted to explain herself -- or whether it was worth anyone else's time to hear it.