Amelia regarded him intently. It wasn't the fleeting glance of someone being polite; it was a deliberate look that suggested she was genuinely processing what had been said and weighing her belief in it.
"You're easy to talk to," she said. It wasn't a compliment exactly. It was an observation about something she hadn't expected to find.
"I've been told many times about it," Rex said, and the corner of his mouth moved just enough to be readable.
She looked away first, but her gaze did not indicate a desire to end the conversation. It was similar to how people look away when something significant has happened and they need a moment before moving on to the next thing.
"It frightens me sometimes," she said. "Not him nor Apollo himself, but the scale of it."
She gestured vaguely with one hand—the gesture of someone trying to indicate something that doesn't have a clear shape. "He's going to do things I can't follow him into..."
