"I'm sorry, but it's not my secret. Lith and Byt would hate me if I talked about it." Zoreth wringed her hands like a baby girl scared of facing her father's disappointed gaze.
"Don't apologize. You sound like me with Zin." He sighed. "If there's someone on Mogar who can understand you, that's me. I'm many things, but not a hypocrite."
"Thanks, Dad!" She stopped walking, hugging the old Professor and spinning him in the air with ease. "You have no idea how much this means to me."
'While my father just sits there and watches us struggle, even his beloved Elysia, my dad is right by my side.' Zoreth thought.
"Don't mention it and put me down. This is embarrassing. I look old enough to be your grandfather, not your child!"
"Appearances are deceiving." She chuckled.
They took a deep breath before opening the door to the children's room. They had one shot at it and had to play it right, if not even dirty.
