Rhia stared at him for a long moment before curling her knees up to her chest, shrinking against the far side of the couch. "You sound like Mum," she whispered in a small voice.
She remembered the last time her mother had yelled at her. There had been blood all over the place, and she'd barely heard half of it, staring at Uncle Jack's body. They'd gone back to New York after, and she'd had to stay with Aunt Ami for several nights, and no one would tell her why. She hadn't left sight of her parents, or her Uncle Jack or Ewythr Ianto, since, until she'd gotten stuck here.