She nodded slowly at her father's words, thoughtful, and yet her small brows knitted together. Daddy, do people need to like me to respect me? How do you get respect? Can you teach me? The girl didn't really understand the request she was making, but she wanted to be admired, to be loved. She would try really hard if she were given a chance. She wasn't sure how she could earn this respect or whatever it was if she wouldn't be liked from the start. She moved to press her paw against Jaxxon's cheek, staring into his eyes very seriously. Daddy, what does respect mean? Is it the same as being important? The more she thought about it, the more it made her head hurt. 

She huffed softly, Maybe teaching later...seems hard. She muttered slightly, dejected. With a sigh, she moved to rub her cheek against Jaxxon's muzzle. Can we stay like this forever, Daddy? She asked hopefully, quietly, as though she felt it was wrong to ask, and yet she wanted to stay with him. She wanted to imagine always being warm and happy, and a part of her didn't want that to end as much as something in her heart knew she couldn't live in the moment forever.

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