She cries as she feels her father's arms wrap around her. She'd thought that she'd never see him again, that he was long dead, and to find out that he wasn't was a shock and relief that she loved, despite his lack of memory concerning her.
Only now it seemed that he knew who she was.
And she sank into his arms, knowing that she was safe there, from Miss Minchin and the cold and every other thing in the world that had hurt her over the last year.
This time she was not letting her Papa out of her sight.