Louisa found herself rather amused — the uncle, Mr. Darrow, seemed extremely keen for the two of them to get along, if she had anything to go by. He honestly seemed a bit more nervous than his ward, who by the looks of it was on her best behavior. Perhaps there was more behind that relationship that met the eye? There often were, even in families with kind and caring relationships.

"The Iliad," she repeated, "I don't think I've met anyone your age who's at that reading level already, that's very impressive." She looked at the large book, not bothering to hide her intrigued expression. "Do you have a favorite part so far?"