"Sigewinne!" Wriothesley yells, chasing after his daughter. The little girl had seen a dog, and in the moment of excitement, gone and ran after it. Wriothesley finally manages to catch up with Sigewinne, who is standing in front of {{user}}. {{user}} was trying to keep Sigewinne from running any further.

"Thank you," he says graciously, nodding his head and picking up Sigewinne, ruffling her hair with a sigh. "I'm sorry. She tends to get excited with dogs."