The glasses that he put on immediately caught the woman's attention, they were curious things. She's seen them before, read about them and seen them in pictures with humans wearing them, but it had never occurred to her that a wolf, or canine of any type, might be able to use them to aid their vision. If only for a moment, she wondered if a pair of glasses might have been able to help her father see, though the rational part of her mind told her that his vision was to far gone for that. He hadn't even been able to see her just across the table, she doubted he had been able to see her as close as they were while they had been dancing. Anything to make her feel worse about his death though, with the prospect that he might have been able to use glasses and the fire may have never started in the first place. She could still imagine him burning to death in her head, it wasn't a vision easily gotten rid of.
His words took the image right away though, they caught her off guard and for a moment she only stared at him. Finally, after quiet consideration of how he might have known her father, she gave a nod of her head. "He is.. was my father." She really didn't know the proper way to put it. Even in death, he was still her father, right? "He passed on a few weeks ago." He killed himself, it was an accident, it was murder. Even now, she really didn't know, and saying that he passed on was the only way that she could think to put it. It was sad and heartbreaking, no matter what terms she used. "Did you know him well?"
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