Overstepping

Rhyme had his suspicions about Theory and her relationship with the Aerie girl, he was certainly not near as comfortable with the arrangement as his daughter was. He hadn't been here when the Abraxas occupied Abaven but he would have to be dead and gone before he allowed it to happen again. Rhyme enjoyed how quiet and peaceful Abaven was, despite his youngest daughter's protests at the lack of excitement. Still, he wanted to trust Theo's judgement and would withhold his own for now.

She returned his greeting, perhaps a little more hesitant than Rhyme had been. She didn't seem like the overly social type, and didn't hide how uncomfortable she was particularly well. Rhyme took no offense to that, but he was a little hurt that Theory hadn't even told the girl his name. The old man hid his emotions well, and smiled softly as she coaxed him into finishing her sentence.

"Rhyme," he finished. His voice matching their quiet surroundings. "I don't mean to disturb you." Rhyme added, not wanting to hold her here when she had other tasks, or more comfortable situations to find herself in.