She nods her head to that first question as more tears slip down her cheeks. Her posture lifts a little at the suggestion that dads don't get upset about these things.

"Gwen have father?" she asks. That's how she would know, right? What they will or won't get mad at? Elsie has still yet to meet her's face-to-face.

"Can look." She lifts the dress up for Gwen to hold. In the train is a ripped hole that looks an awful lot like a tree limb snagged it.