Jade Fern Grove After the war I went back to New York

She felt a trinkle of relief flood her emotions. At least he did not hate her for calling to him. She could imagine how he felt right now, she knew how it felt to want your family to change. Gods she despreratly wanted her father to change, but she new he would never. He was probably dead. 

She managed a faint smile as he spoke, her mind still hanging onto her last thoughts. "Don't be, I know how you feel. Quite literally." She managed to add some slight humor at the end, adding to it with a low chuckle. It sounded more like a breath of air, but it was a start.