Miku closed her eyes for a moment, breathing in the air. If every day could be considered beautiful, then could every day be considered just the opposite? She felt bad for whomever wasn't able to see how wonderful the day was.<br/><br/>Miku blinked in surprise and looked to her father. "Do I?" she asked, hoping the same tone he'd caught before hadn't carried over into what she just said. "I'm sorry father. I don't mean to make you worry. Everything is fine, really," she assured him, giving him a kind smile. In truth, there were two things wrong she wasn't telling her father. First, she wasn't sure why, but she felt concerned for him. Second... her legs... It was slight, but there were moments when she could feel them again. It wasn't pleasant though, more like a prickling pain that either persisted and left her uncomfortable or went away and took her hope of walking with it. Even with the pain present though, she couldn't move them at all. She didn't want to tell her father, because she didn't want him to worry. He did so worry about her.