Khaat loved skating, and it was nice having her father all to herself. "Khaat, you just take on too much," he said gently, "You do not need to wear the world on your shoulders." "I'm thinking of shutting up my house and moving everyone up to Cornwall. I'm tired of being alone, and there doesn't seem to be much reason to live in Hogsmeade at the moment." Tears fell from her eyes, just a couple. Robert stopped them on the ice and wrapped her close in his arms, letting her hide in his strong chest. "You didn't even shed a single tear when Remus died," he said softly, "Don't you think you've stored enough grief away for a lifetime, my girl?" "Don't let me be alone, Daddy," she said softly, "Do I keep this baby or abort it?" "You're not going to do anything of the kind until we know a little more. Even if he does not come back, you won't be alone. You have a good strong family, stronger than most. Your kids all love you. You have excellent friends. Stop living in fear, Khaat. Maybe consider a housekeeper. Hire a house elf or something. And then, if you do choose to move back home, you know we'll help you." He kissed the top of her head and wiped the couple of stray tears from her cheeks. "All the years of pain, and two tears are all I get?" She nodded. "Okay," he smiled softly. "Come on. Let's skate."