Forest of Nightmares
It wasn't her father after all. It-- he was something she'd seen in the pictures of books: an Illithid. Specifically one that seemed so... so sorry for transgressing her mind in the form of her father.
Confused, and with her hope broken, she lost her iron grip, the iron grip that clamped her heart and feelings down. With her face covered in her palms, the half-Elf uttered a sob before breaking down for a good ten minutes-- seconds? Hours? In what felt like a different dimension, time seemed unrealistic, wavy, inconsistent. It didn't matter-- her father was gone and had never been there in front of her for a second. In fact he disappeared-- again, this time while she watched, and although it was an illusion it was still the closest she'd come to seeing her father.
When she finished crying, Helze lifted her face slowly, as though she were drained of energy, as though the usual pride she bore had gone and she cared not at all that a strange being was in her midst-- her mind to be exact-- or that he observed her pathetic state.
She tried to focus on the Mind Flayer's words. "Seeker... Seeker..." Slowly she processed what she had just heard, although most of it had been lost while she cracked. This being sprung from Seeker himself, or at least, that was what she understood of his words. A vast store of intellect...
"It strikes me strange that even the knowledgeable Seeker knows not of my father's plight," she said, with a sad, tired smile. "That's why I've been travelling from home, good sir. To gather information, like you. To find the whereabouts of my father... as I refuse to conclude that he is no longer alive. Not until I see him for myself."
"Pardon, but... you did mention a dangerous... Thing," she continued. "Exactly what horrible creature has business with my father: a humble, strong, resilient human, a loyal, grieving widower and loving father, once a trader and adventurer who bore good will to his fellow men, who had no enemies in the past?"