Upon hearing his daughter’s response, the worried frown painting the man’s features only becomes more prominent, feeling his heart immediately sink in his chest at the site of his child in clear discomfort. Yes, the man knew his future daughter’s pain wasn’t necessarily chronic, as she did not really seem debilitated by it, but still-he can’t help but find seeing the young girl in pain upsetting, and worrying. How long had she had this headache? Or did it just come on suddenly? Had it been preventing her from doing basic actions, such as eating or resting? If so, why hadn’t she told him earlier? Again, Robin is aware his daughter isn’t the type to want to worry him, but the thought of her pushing through any pain-physical or mental-, only threatens to make his heart sink even further. So, after a moment of shooting the female a worried stare with dark orbs, the male tactician stands to his feet, reaching his daughter about an arm’s length away in just a few strides, careful to not step on the feline at Morgan’s feet. Placing the back of his hand gently on the girl’s forehead, the man furrows his brow slightly in thought before speaking up.
“Hm…no fever, thank goodness. Morgan,”
A small, relieved sigh passes through the man’s lips as he removes his hand from her forehead, just to place it gently on the other’s cheek, attempting to offer his child some form of physical comfort. Brown eyes staring down at her smaller form, he speaks again, his tone gentle, but laced with worry for the younger tactician.
“How long has this headache been bothering you? Is it reoccurring?”
“And you don’t sound ‘fine’ to me.”
Blast. She'd been found out. Morgan just mumbled, trying to pass off her father's concern as he checked her temperature - shying away from the hand on her cheek, if only for a second. If only she'd managed to keep it secret better - she hated worrying him. It wasn't even his concern, after all, they were her damn headaches. Her father had more important things to worry about, and in the precious time she could spend together with him, she didn't want it to be focused on this.
But she'd always been a terrible liar. With a sinking feeling, Morgan knew she had to tell the truth, casting her eyes down and mumbling. "Shows up every two or three days. Lasts five or six hours, I guess? They..."
She blinked as it surged again, white light flashing in front of her eyes, the fourteen-year-old clasping her head in her hands and letting out a low, keening whine. The cat at her feet let out a soft mewl at the sound it had grown used to, paws resting on her shin as she stared up at her master with wide eyes.
"...they get bad, father. Like, just...really, really bad. But I'm fine, they're - they're just headaches."
