Duskfire Glacier So the lover must struggle for words.

Each of the kisses planted in the crown of her head sent little ripples down her spine, warming her stomach and covering her frail body in a mantle of hope. Hope that would make her be whole again. For the briefest second,child's mind submerged into a state of complete peace she had never had been able to achieve before. As if she were in a capsule that isolated her from the broken world that had turned to her reality. Inside her father's arms she was able to feel that everything would be fine in time.

However, the rush of hope inside her chest was short-lived.
The heavy sense of emptyness lingering inside the very walls of the den was too strong to be ignored. Even if they had wanted to freeze time and melt into each other for a whole afternoon, the abscence of her siblings and mother was impossible to miss.

A quiet whimper escaped the child's throat as her father finally uttered the words she had been waiting so long to hear -- a promise that would once again make her wake up in the morning with a purpose other than collect pieces of broken things to hoard inside her log. She pushed her nose again into his chest, smearing a layer of tears over his silver coating.

"I don't want a little while" she croaked while still rubbing her face over him, she might've not been as expressive as she should've before, but she wouldn't make the same mistake now.
No.
She could not let him walk out that door again without the certainty he would return.
"I want every day, Daddy" she whined, while jerking her head away from his to look into his pale grey eyes.