She rolls her eyes and tries not to sigh. Tries and fails. Her gaze fixes on a point in the distance.
"Yes. Constantly. I am my father's only child, after all."
She understands his concerns, but she has her own opinions. Her own 'children' to bring to adulthood, in the Work. It's an old argument, one that won't ever really die until one of them does.
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"Yes. Constantly. I am my father's only child, after all."
She understands his concerns, but she has her own opinions. Her own 'children' to bring to adulthood, in the Work. It's an old argument, one that won't ever really die until one of them does.