She's performed for friends and family before, sure. Henry attends the shows when he can get time off work sometimes, or even hangs out in the bleachers during rehearsals on free afternoons, snapping shots of artfully-placed hay bales and catching embarrassing candids of the weird faces his little sister and best friends sometimes made in the middle of stunts.
But she legitimately never thought her father would be able to watch her do this, except maybe in some abstract, vaguely-spiritual sense from beyond.
"Dad!" She turns, beaming, and opens her (not even singed!) arms for a hug. "See, no mortal wounds."
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Because yeah, this performance was extra special.
She's performed for friends and family before, sure. Henry attends the shows when he can get time off work sometimes, or even hangs out in the bleachers during rehearsals on free afternoons, snapping shots of artfully-placed hay bales and catching embarrassing candids of the weird faces his little sister and best friends sometimes made in the middle of stunts.
But she legitimately never thought her father would be able to watch her do this, except maybe in some abstract, vaguely-spiritual sense from beyond.
"Dad!" She turns, beaming, and opens her (not even singed!) arms for a hug. "See, no mortal wounds."