Another time and place, she would've panicked, even as her father was trying to reassure her. Now, now she was just glad to see him, for however long was alloted to her. He was strong and warm and familar.

She let herself be seated against his chest. Her mother may've called her a woman, but she was still a girl, and a sick one-this felt nice. "I don't know. Everything seemed so dreamlike even when I was away."

The fever, she knew that.

As they spoke, one of the npcgreeters walked over to them. With everyone coming off the ship, it was hard to immediately get to them individually, but he definitely recognized the man and child from off the boat.

He'd walked over them, intent on giving their information when he got a better look at the girl with a man who was clearly her father. His steps quicken.

"Excuse me," His words are in english. "I'm here to welcome you to the city, but first, you need to get your child to the clinic."