( it's really beginning to freak her out that her father is coughing up blood like this, and maybe they should get a move on to find medicial attention. but regardless, she continues to sit where she is (for now), because jinx took it upon herself when she first got here that if she could have a second chance to fix things, to undone what she had done, she would try to listen more. so she is doing that now -- sitting (antsy-like) to show she will be a way better daughter from now. (and how long will that last?)

swinging her braid over her shoulder, her fingers fidget with a few strands -- her body language shrinking just a smidge as she speaks the truth. )

It's...It's nice when it's just the two of us and no one else. She called me "Jinx" once. ( a beat. ) — Well, not out loud, but she wrote my name. And she's been kinda with me more than a day. Eh heh heh...

( she doesn't want to point out that her father was wrong, but... he was wrong. )