Frank pats her hand and stands to walk a few steps a way. He's quiet for a while and when he speaks, it's without turning.
"I felt something similar when your mom and I... I've never felt worthy of her. Less so, earlier. I'm always going to worry about you, Siv. Part of being a father. Go on now. I love you, I'm proud of you. I mean that. I trust you, Siv. It's the rest of the world I'm iffy about. Go on." Gently.