Maxine went quiet until they reached the consulate, and were upstairs in the apartment. She had a hunch that this conversation was best saved for a familiar, comforting environment.
Tugging Kristoff to sit with her on the couch, she arranged herself to snuggle into his lap, her fingers stroking gently through his hair. "You're upset because you were raised to think that Richards were the enemy, and now you found out that you're related to him." She was trying to understand. "And now you think that your father won't want you?" She pulled him a bit closer, watching his face.