Rhys was a rather hesitant man as he reentered the conference room where the others were. He was nothing like the confident, powerful man that they had come to see when they had first arrived to the conference room.
Instead, they saw a rather hesitant man, who kept glancing at the slightly shorter, injured man beside him. It was clear that the other man had been crying, but no one who knew him well pointed it out. The one visible red-rimmed eye was glowing bright, sky blue. It took the red around the eye into bright contrast, almost taking away from the forced neutral look on the rest of the face.
His gait was casual, his head held high. The whole combination of his outfit and expression could have fooled someone who didn't know Kellen that he was calm. He'd gotten it all out. His Mom, however, didn't trust it in the slightest.
The biggest give away was the fact that Rhys was following the man like a lost puppy.
