[ Lynette looks down when Wriothesley speaks about their behalfs. Even as a whole... Father only comments when absolutely needing to. Maintaining a neutral face of the House of the Hearth was important, but ensuring no one twists her words was what makes her more of an enigma than 'leader' to the public eye. Lynette wishes things were different, truly... but she knows Father is not that type of person.

Lynette's posture changes just enough for Wriothesley to notice. A bit more defensive, her eyes down to the final pastry between them. ]

I don't... know. [ She's careful with her words. ] I suppose I could assume that everything we have. Our show, our home, our friends, our family... he's afraid it will be taken from him for one reason or another. There are many of nights where Lyney can't sleep even with a pile of kittens on him and clanks around the house. Practicing tricks, preparing for tomorrow's jokes, that sort. He grows restless but –

[ Lynette hates lying. Turning the other cheek like she cannot see the fear in Lyney's eyes the more serious of roles he's been given in their house. ]

I do not understand it, but even if 'Father' is, well, Father... Lyney feels a responsibility to care for us in the same manner. He shouldn't, but... I know he does. Father encourages it, after all. Who does not want to appease Father?