Belle smiled, though her eyes showed pain.  "It's fine, Daddy.  Really.  Little kids break their bones all the time and they bounce right back."  She got quiet for a moment, then looked at her father, a little worried.  "Daddy, I think I better understand now what you went through the other night.  The pain from one little hurt can be a lot, like this silly fnger you cut the fishhook out of."  She held up her finger.  "Then you add on top of that another pain." She looked down at her splint.  "Daddy, I know you are a high-profile person, and I know you can always be a target of some crazy zealot who is anti-technology.  I've known that since I was little."  Here she hesitated and looked him square in the eye.  "But I know you don't have to do business with them.  You don't.  We have plenty of money.  That means you can be picky who you do business with.  Please, please, don't get yourself in a dangerous situation again.  For me?"  She used her puppy-dog eyes.<br/><br/>Her wrist was now swollen to the point it was bulging around the splints.  She was ashamed that she wanted to cry.  But she had always had an easy life and never had to deal with pain much.  Only a scratch on her knee or elbow.  This was all new to her.  She took a deep breath.<br/><br/>"And while we're on the subject," she grinned ruefully, "could you please tell me who in the family I get my klutziness from?"<br/><br/>