Tell me what to do

While she knew Shaye's attention was fully on her sister Rhythm didn't miss anything. These two were most definitely sisters, and she could see Motif so clearly in both of them. The thought made her sad and happy at the same time. She missed their mother dearly, but knew she was living through her daughters now. Motif had experienced her own one night, but had eventually been drawn back to Shai. Rhythm couldn't imagine what Shaye was feeling beneath the shame.

She leaned forward and returned her niece into her arms, content to sit with her for a while now that she and Vail calmed themselves. Rhythm knew she would never hear a peep of this from Rhyme, and she wasn't sure she wanted to. She could keep her son a relative distance from the present conversation with him missing. She really didn't want to delve deeply into their personal relationship. Shaye needed comfort though, and she'd give it.

Valentine had originally been her one and only, but after her time as a slave she couldn't say it anymore, no matter how much she wished it. She'd suffered under more than she wished to acknowledge. At least she knew Shaye hadn't been abused.

"You've become too much like your mother," Rhythm chuckled as she pulled away from her niece slightly.