"I told her," little Celesca chirped brightly from the floor. "Mr Harry was having bad dreams, because he doesn’t know how to help you ... and he doesn’t like it when he’s like that. And I like Mr Harry, so I want to help him. Mummy didn’t want me to at first, but I told her that Mr Harry is going to be my pretend Daddy for a little bit, so I’m his pretend daughter, too. And daughters are supposed to help their daddies, aren’t they, whether they are just pretending or not?"