Ah, his encounter with Aster had hardly been an enjoyable thing - it seemed every time he met with her, she had found a new pool of self-pity to wallow in. So what had he done? Found more things to do, more paths to sneak down, more trouble to dabble in. Ehiyeh would eat him alive had she known just how true her sentiment of finding trouble had been. He'd be thankful for that though. Sometimes it felt good to have his sister's eyes on his back. But the eyes he felt then, on the shoreline, were not hers.
Her voice was akin to her mother's though - shaky, uncertain, a doe-eyed sound. He looked back over his shoulder to meet his neice's eyes, beckoned her forward with a nod as he slowed so that he might fall back to her position. "Adonai," he wasn't sure how to respond to somebody who sounded so uncertain. Was it him that made her feel such a way? Should he point out that he noticed her tone? "I'm pleased to see you're back." That was...a more elementary observation at least. Ah, but now did he sound uncertain?