Marie's gifts

In the midst of the lingering tension, Daniel's concern for Marie remained a constant undercurrent.

Upon entering the house, Daniel's gaze naturally gravitated towards Marie, a flicker of worry tainting his eyes.

"Marie," he began, his tone cautious yet imbued with genuine concern, "I hope that scene didn't disturb you too much. It was quite... intense."

Marie met his gaze, her countenance a blend of reassurance and authenticity. A small but resolute smile curved her lips as she shook her head.

"Don't worry, Dad. I'm okay. It was intense, but you were amazing."

Daniel's lips curled into a proud smile, a surge of relief and affection coursing through him. Her response was a balm to his own doubts and apprehensions.

"Thank you, Marie," he responded, his voice tinged with gratitude. "I'm relieved to hear that you're alright."

Mecil, an observer of this exchange, couldn't help but smile softly.