She saw him, standing alone in the crowd, and looked at him from afar for a bit before she approached him. Slipping a hand into his, Triteia brushed a soft kiss against Morpheus' cheek - a 'hello' and 'thank you for coming' at the same time.
And then she just stood there with him, silently studying the painting while he studied the frame, radiating happiness, and wondered what he might be seeing. Wherever she turned and looked, she found herself wrapped up in her father's love and care.