"Hello," Osbert said to the woman still cooking in the kitchen, throwing some leaves into a pot full of water.
"Mr. Alby. Why are you here?" Sky asked, turning to the man. "Is everything alright over there?"
"Don't worry, they are alright." He said quickly, waving his hands in the air. "I was just wondering … if you needed any help at all."
"No. Not at all." She said, walking past him to get a jar of spices. "You can go and be with Mr. Sage and his daughter."
"They are spending some time together," Osbert said, leaning against one of the counters, being way too tall that he bumped into the shelves above it. "I have been taking her father away from her for a while so I think I should just leave them be for now."
"I see." Sky chuckled, adding some more things Osbert could not make out into the pot. "Rosy is a sweet child and she is very mature for her age, but she is very possessive of her father."
"Really?"