Asleif held her father tightly for a long moment, a single, solitary tear running its way down her pale features. She had never realized it before, but these were words she had desperately needed to hear. For all her bluster and aloofness, she had needed to know that she was important, that she mattered.
"Thank-you, Father," she said at last. "Truly, thank-you."
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