It was becoming more and more familiar to notice his guest in the corner of his eye, going about some menial task with an odd sort of focus. Adella had spoken with him about it at length, feeling as though Cutler was learning to find some sort of meaning in life and that providing him tasks would help him to settle better.
Theodore had not been so certain at first, thinking as he did of the man who had not too long ago commanded the seas with an untouchable aura about him – but he supposed with all that stripped away, Cutler Beckett was no more than a man who had lost track of his purpose.
There were times when he could see a hint of the old Lord Beckett – but in moments like this, he was simply Cutler. A man welcomed by his sisters, and even accepted by the most discerning member of the Groves family – their admittedly very fat cat, Bumble.
He had long since stopped doubting in his eldest sister’s wisdom on the topic of tasks, though he found himself amused to note that this one was very much a silent scolding. “I did say I would be down when I was done my correspondence,” He remarked, leaning back to smile at the man, “I had not meant to make her so impatient.”
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