He would try his best to talk to his daughters. He was more to blame for not having them be two sided like their mother was, but he'd been selfish in that.

"I'm always lonely in Spring and Summer," he saw no reason to not be honest, "but not as much now. We're not breaking the rules and I still get to talk to you. Fair enough bargain. Oh have I told you about Hestia and her place?" He wasn't sure if he'd mentioned that. He believed he had. "If you're ever comfortable enough for dinner, Hestia's offered to cook."