If Robin knew of her father’s actions, she would have apologized. In fact, if she knew, she would have run a long time ago—and on purpose, too. She may have denied her connections to him it would have disturbed her so much.
“Alright,” she said with a small smile, quite unobservant to the turmoil that had whipped through Isaac before he made his decision.
She waited for him before she began to walk, and Brutus moved immediately at his side, his curly tail, fat with fur, slapping against her nearly bare thighs contentedly. She stroked the top of his head on his sweet spot and he gave a pleased groan.
“So,” she began, eager to break the silence, “what’re you doing out here if it’s so dangerous?”
A smile flickered onto her lips. “Or, are the dangerous things afraid of you?”