Renn went after Seraphina just in time to stop her from doing something reckless. She was about to approach Marcus and tell him how she felt.
"What are you doing?" she asked, annoyed that he was stopping her when she was finally ready to speak.
"Wait… I said you should tell him, but not like this," Renn said quickly. He didn't want her to do it tonight. Marcus's daughter wasn't around, and he seemed distracted and worried. "Marcus doesn't look in the mood. Why don't you tell him tomorrow?"
"Why? I want to get this off my chest," Seraphina whispered, her eyes drifting toward Marcus, who was talking with his sister in the living room. "I think it's better I do it now."
"No, I prefer you tell him on a good day," Renn insisted, taking her wrist gently and guiding her toward the back door.
Seraphina followed without arguing, but when they stepped outside, she said with a sigh, "You're the worst advisor I've ever known."
