[She throws her arms around him wordlessly, looking up at him with big, concerned eyes. It's only not knowing how healed he is that's stopping her from climbing up him and clinging to his neck, but there's definitely still some clinging going on here.]
Daddy, are you okay? [It feels weird to constantly call him that instead of only sometimes on special occasions, but anything is better than having to call him Sufferer. He'll never be that to her.]
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Daddy, are you okay? [It feels weird to constantly call him that instead of only sometimes on special occasions, but anything is better than having to call him Sufferer. He'll never be that to her.]