Calista was worn out. Her shoulders slumped as she watched her father work. His work was always impeccable. The scenes on the door depicting her life and even pieces of her mothers. She was stunded by the detail but her father wasn't one to slack on detail. She wished she could run her hands over it but it was just too hot right now.<br/><br/>She followed her fathers guidence to her room. While smaller than her fathers being meant for only her. Calista laid herself on the bed. She felt like she had been in the battle instead of her father. Blaming it on the heat and disaray of there living space. She rolled over and looked at her father. " why don't you go get us drinks daddy and we can relax together and snuggle in my small bed for the night. Tomorrow we will be rested and you can figure out this problem<br/>And get our lives back on track." She gave him a weak smile and patted the bed beside her.