Richard looked at both his daughters, his chest swelling with so many emotions. He looked more specifically at Corinna. He hadn't seen her in six long years, looking for her everywhere, wondering what could have happened to her, and being haunted by nightmares of her absence. Now she was here, looming over him with her warm eyes, eyes like the ones of her mother.
Then he turned to Ravina and got emotional again, feeling the pain tightening his chest. This was his daughter, who had been with him all this time, but he neglected her.
They both looked at him with such relief, their tears streaming down like rivers. He tried to sit up, but his entire body ached. His head throbbed, specifically a particular spot on his forehead.
"No, father. Rest." Ravina tried to gently push him down.
"Let me..." he said, his throat burning every time he spoke. "I want to hold you." He rasped.
