Hushed Willows tomorrow never comes until it's too late

Her eyes fluttered shut for a moment at the brief contact. Mae was very still for a moment; she could feel her heart thrumming painfully in her chest. Nothing about this was easy. In a way it'd almost been easier to pretend that he didn't want to be her father, that she didn't want to be his daughter. Easier to cut herself loose and run, but it had hurt more, too.

When she opened her eyes again, the shine of tears had faded somewhat. She nodded as he spoke, somewhat surprised by his offer to help. It hadn't occurred to her that he might. This was her responsibility, after all; it was her life that they'd saved. But he was her father. Maybe it was time to try letting him play that role.

I gotta talk to Rev first. Will you come with me? The question felt strange and disjointed as it fell from her lips. But she wanted to try. She wanted that more than anything.