Wheeling Gull Isle sour handover

Never before did Dinah think she would be afraid of two of the things she loved most in this world — that being the sea and God — but here she was, a heap of red fur clutched tightly to her father's collarbone. She lets herself be carried to safety, her sobs eventually dwindling into quiet hiccups, and flops down to earth with little paws tucked close to her chest.
I'm cold, she whimpers, pressing her face into the cream colored Dad-chest in front of her. He stinks of water and iron, but that's okay. I'm sorry. again, and she doesn't really know what for.
She all but crumples in front of him, tail wrapping around her trembling form in a desperate attempt to conserve body heat. He says he's not mad, but she doesn't really believe him. I jus' wanted to know where you were going, she blinks the remnants of tears from her eyes, sky blue pointed up at him. you looked sad. and she felt as if it was her fault.
And not long after, he asks if she knows how dear she is to him. That makes her start crying again, and this time, it is quiet; the only noticeable sign being the shakiness of her breaths. I forget sometimes.