(angry)If she must die, I'll take her someplace peaceful! Anywhere's better than here!(to bella, trying not to panic)I'll get you out of here, Dearest Bella. I promise.

(narrating, worried)I held her up as she vomited. Again and again and again. By the time she stopped, there was blood mixed in. I was no healer but I could tell she needed one, as soon as possible. She was skinny. But no one should be so skinny that it hurts to sit. Sitting seemed to cause Bella great pain(realization dawns)...almost as if she were sitting on just skin and bones. (horrified)She was physically 18, and yet she was feather light...i could have easily carried her around in my arms...

(gentle) think about it from your father's perspective, Dearest Bella: over the last little while, he's seen things he doesn't understand. Blind faith will not come easily to him.