Lone Star Mountain skittering goblets of bile

He had heard of such before. Children fleeing because they thought they knew best. It had crossed his mind once or twice as a child, but he had never acted upon it.

He had not heard of a father with a daughter before. Briefly, silently, he wondered if that was why she had fled. Not necessarily because he was a bad parent, but because daughters were meant for mothers. Perhaps she had gone off to find hers.

I am not. He agreed solidly. Nor did he have the (current) desire to father. Then there was a woman by his side and Ephermeris was overcome with the dread that accompanied being out numbered.

I should leave you two to search. He declared, ready to act on it if not stopped.