Could also mean her father understood the weight that Caelan now had to bear. Being a King was one thing, but having the Jedi and the Alliance behind him? Her father couldn't possibly afford to quarrel with them as well. He had to play nice because he was at the political disadvantage and that was intentionally being played against him. While true, Caelan was no mastermind of politics, he did know enough to be able to use what he had to get what he wanted when he needed to.
"I'm not worried about your father as much as who might be pulling his strings," he said, reaching out to squeeze her shoulder.
"But don't fret over it. We'll deal with it eventually. I'll catch some fish. Why don't you and Fate see if you can find any plants on the island that might accompany the fish in our dinner?"
Picking up the spear once more, he headed for the water, leaving her and Fate to explore together. It would be good for them to have a little time, and she could probably use a few minutes without him anyway. Wasn't as if he hadn't been asking her a lot of hard questions and dredging up a lot of feelings that might be upsetting. Her father was using her in some game and she was aware of it and that, he knew, hurt her more than anything. He wished it weren't so, but sometimes life didn't go the way they wanted it to. He didn't like her being hurt.
Wading into the water, he picked a spot that was deep enough and dove in, using his ability to control his breathing to suck in a big gulp of air and allow him to descend further than most skilled free divers could. He swam down into the tropical waters, scoping around the corals and rocks. There were plenty of small fish and other sea creatures, some shellfish and things of that nature. It was easy to see they'd have a variety.
He eventually settled on a decent sized fish that seemed to be predating on small shrimp hiding amongst the coral. He came up behind it, and when it turned, stabbed it with the spear, both prongs skewering it. A clowd of blood filled the small area of water, but he quickly swam away from it to avoid any predators, and headed back towards the surface and the direction of the shore, his price on the makeshift fishing spear. They'd have a nice fish dinner that night.