I let her lean into me and smile as I lay my cheek against the top of her head. Wanda then pulls away, and I see a look of resolve on her face. She said he would come, and I know she's braver than most, but I still hate that she has to deal with him.

"Of course I'll get her dressed." Rose holds out her arms to me, and I take her as Wanda starts to walk away. "What colour would you like to wear to see your... your visitor in?" I am loathe to call him a father. Rose deserves more than that thing downstairs, wearing my face. Or do I wear his?

"Unless you would rather not deal with Him. I would understand."

"Wanda, I would never have you face anything you do not care to alone." My answer is automatic, and she smiles a little at it. "We shall be right down."

Wanda whispers a 'thank you' and leaves Rose and I. "What do you think? Purple or green today?" Rose just sighs and hugs me closer. "Well, I like the blue best, what do you think..."

I must admit I feel a little bit of petty satisfaction when she chooses my favourite colour.