"Precious?"
Idris called out softly when he noticed Arwen looked a little lost in her own thoughts.
"Hmm?" Arwen hummed and turned to look at her father, her brows rising slightly in confusion. "Do you need anything?"
Idris stared at her for a long moment, as though trying to read her thoughts. But only today did he realize how little he had mastered that skill —the skill of understanding his daughter without her having to say a word.
A pang of regret twisted in his chest. He had never been the father he should have been to her. He shook his head internally and let his lips curl in a warm smile.
"I do not need anything, sweetheart," he said at last, his voice light and comforting. "But it seems you are definitely trying to figure something out. What is it? Tell me. Maybe … maybe I can help."
