Her question took Rufus off guard. “Cross? No.” Perhaps a small bit, but he really did blame Tilcott entirely. Whatever had the man been thinking. “Worried.” He admitted, the emotion clear in his eyes. Looking back he’d never really been able to pin point just when he began to worry so much about her, but it had begun to happen. He’d always look to her safety and well being - even if it came before making her family - the worry would see to it as would his natural inclination to look after her.