Her pride was injured, but she felt a pang of guilt. Whatever, she thought. Let him do whatever he wants. Not my problem.
That large piece of her that was a child passionate healer seemed to weigh her feet down like a bog. Freisae squeezed her eyes shut. "Karyn, wait," she said, pursing her lips. She forced her lips to form the sounds. "I'm sorry. Look, I get touchy with this stuff, but it's not an excuse to take it out on you...or your father. I do want to help, if you'll accept it. If not, I understand, but my doors are always open if you change your mind. Or if you...just want to come by for a visit."