She’d been called “sweet pea” a lot in the past months, ever since he’d been called to serve in Father Gheraeld’s administration as Chief Science Counsel and they’d had to leave their old life behind.
“Lettie can help you finish,” he said as he moved toward the door. “She’s good with calculus.”
“Of course she is,” Ayn muttered, picturing dad’s iron-haired personal assistant who ran his affairs with the precision and craft of a maestro. Ayn had never seen anyone get her dad to do so much, and on time no less.
“What’s that?” He asked from the door.
“Nothing.” Ayn flashed him a smile. “I’m fine. It’ll be fine,” she finished as the door slid shut.