Hannah had been on the lookout for Theodore all day, knowing he was coming by to talk to her about something and knowing it was probably serious. At least, that had been the tone she'd heard when reading his responses on the journal. Then again, her assumption could be entirely incorrect.
She'd spotted him immediately upon his entrance and had decided to finish what she was doing while he went to check up on her father. She assumed that was what he was doing, anyway, considering that was the way in which he was headed.
Coming up to her father's room a few minutes later, Hannah leaned against the door frame, one arm draped across her torso as she smiled. "Hullo, Theodore," she spoke softly, so as not to startle him with her sudden presence.