[Unhappy, yes, but neither is Sanji surprised when his glance finds his daughter looking like she just crawled out of her own personal hell. And she looks smaller, somehow. Skinnier. She's bearing more weight on her shoulders rather than less, it seems, and it hurts to look at - to know she had no choice but to carry it, and largely by herself.
He stands from his seat on the fountain's side, crossing the last of the distance between them. There's nothing cheery in his expression; it's somber and in mourning, from having to see his daughter grieve and losing his son-in-law. When he hugs her... it's for the both of them.]
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He stands from his seat on the fountain's side, crossing the last of the distance between them. There's nothing cheery in his expression; it's somber and in mourning, from having to see his daughter grieve and losing his son-in-law. When he hugs her... it's for the both of them.]