"I love you too, Daddy. And you do. You might not keep me immune from it, but ... I don't know, I feel like you'll keep me from breaking under the weight of it." And she prefers it that way; who would want to be immune from all the pain of the world?
"My scar reminds me of a time I was once in great danger and I survived it. I came through the other side. I haven't had that in my waking life, but it makes me a little bolder." She dabbed at her mouth with a napkin before standing up and sitting in his lap. "Pull my hair again?" Bolder indeed; she likes who she's becoming with her father, an educated, sleek, knowing thing with pointed fangs and sharp claws.