[This troubles Anemone to her core, and she doesn't know what to say now. Are they fine? It's clear that they're not. That she's not. The several long seconds it takes her to answer seem to stretch into infinity. It was only when she thought about what her father would do when she finally answers.

She gives a soft sigh, before answering in a very quiet, small voice.]

I thought... I thought if I told you, you might insist on coming. I don't... I don't want you to get hurt anymore because of me.

Not again.

You deserve better than to be worried all the time and it just... felt like something that had to be done.

I'm sorry.