(Author's POV)
He guided her toward the sofa with the attentiveness of a man who'd been waiting for her specifically. Aurora smiled and answered each question in turn, patient and warm.
Phineas stood slightly to the side. His father didn't look at him once.
Eleanor came in from the adjacent sitting room, still smoothing her cardigan from what had clearly been a nap. The moment she saw Aurora, she crossed the room and took her hands.
"Come sit, come sit." She drew Aurora down onto the sofa beside her and studied her face with undisguised concern. "You've lost weight again. I can see it in your face. Are you sleeping properly?"
"I'm fine," Aurora said. "Really."
"You're not fine. You look like you've been running yourself into the ground." Eleanor clicked her tongue and turned toward P
