Midnight... Godrick's house...
"hmm…"
A soft grunt was sounded in that quaint house. The owner of that voice belonged to none other than the silver-haired girl who was resting on the bed in the house's only bedroom.
The silver-haired girl moved her head around, feeling a bit restless from being stuck on the pillow for what felt like almost an eternity for her.
As she shifted her head around, the girl opened her eyes and found someone fallen asleep while kneeling on her bedside: A large silver-haired man whose face might looked fierce if he was awakened, but currently looking gentle and handsome as he peacefully slumbered.
"....Father...?" whispered the girl with a raspy voice, a byproduct of her weakened state.
"Father?" called the girl again. This time, she tried to reach for the man's face.