Larksong Grotto for these changes we will confront

The girl stopped as Hiram approached, appearing as if she had been caught with her hand stuck in the cookie jar. "Doesn't look like nowhere," he said, shaking his head with confusion. For a moment, the father studied his daughters defeated expression, looking for any clue as to what she was thinking at the time. He could see it written across her face as clear as day.

She didn't want to be here.

After traveling so far to finally take his daughters back to where they belonged, Hiram felt rejected. His smile drooped into a broken, pitiful thing. "What's wrong Indy?" He asked, hoping there was something -- anything -- he could do to make the grotto feel more like a proper home.