"Not ever!" Einin corrected fiercely, shaking his hands. "He's my father, and I love him, and he loves me. He's a good man! We don't always get along, but he tries to do good by me, and he has, even if he doesn't really get me. And no matter how much we might bicker now and then, that's what families do, and--"
Tears began to fill her eyes, as the alcohol plus the thought of losing her father blended into one potent cocktail. "Don't take him from me."