Rex kept her gaze steady, as he did with most things. He was calm, like someone who wasn't trying to be calm but just was.
The version of himself that he showed her was the surface Rex, the reliable one that Apollo had called trustworthy. It was clear and simple: he had not harmed Theo and had no intention of doing so.
Iris looked at Rex for a little longer, using the critical eye she reserved just for him, and then she turned her gaze to Theo.
"Say you're sorry now," she said. "You need to be thankful that Rex didn't mind about this."
The word was not a request.
Theo looked at Rex like someone who was dealing with many conflicting urges at once and was using the same method that Iris had always used to deal with them: knowing that some things were just necessary and that the urges were not a good enough reason to not do them.
"I'm sorry," Theo said.
