Doing things out of order

Samara was not left to wait too long. A young woman approaching and Samara could tell there was some hesitancy there. Samara adopted her best easy demeanor, doing her best to put the young woman at ease. She nodded as Theory asked after her name and the woman gave the girl a respectful dip of her head.

"Just returning a wayward gentleman." She said, gesturing with her head towards Rhyme's den, her voice soft but not unsympathetic. She softened her gaze as she looked at the young girl. "I don't mean to open old wounds. I have some notion of how he got this way but what happened?" She wouldn't push the young woman if she didn't want to talk about the event that had caused her father too start losing his grip on reality.

She looked over at the den, imagining Rhyme sleeping inside, wondering if he was at peace at least in his sleep and her heart twisted. "I'm worried about him. I blame myself some. I left without telling anyone to try and find Motif, but things kind of went to shit. I know it's no use torturing myself over wondering what I could have done if only I'd been there but I can't help myself." She looked back at Theory, feeling that her walls were down, what was it about this family that allowed her to feel comfortable being genuine with them? "I want to try and help him, and I guess to that point I need to know my standings within Abaven."