He swallowed thickly. This was going slightly better than he had dreaded. She hadn't shoved her hand into his ribcage and torn his heart out. That was something.

Her crying made him shake off his morose self-pity. He wrapped his arms around her and held her. He stroked a hand up and down her back.

"You are greater than anything your father could be," he murmured in her ear. "I'm sorry, querida. I didn't mean to hurt you."