Alexa turned to look at Tyler, then turned back to Keefe, "we went for a ride" she said smoothly

Tyler clenched his jaw and said nothing. He said nothing did nothing and cleared his gaze of any emotion. He would not show his anger... or annoyance... not yet.

Alexa brushed her fingers through her hair, "Right let's get you cleaned up" Keefe said to her

Tyler arched an eyebrow. "Cleaned up? There's nothing wrong... I don't understand what you would have to clean up." He asked, letting a comment escape. Tyler hadn't really meant to speak... but sometimes he voiced his thoughts aloud without meaning to

Keefe looked at him, "Yes, cleaned up, she was just taken on a ride, she would be dirty" he said

Tyler wrinkled his nose slightly and closed his eyes. "Suit yourself." He muttered under his breath, looking out the window

Alexa stared at the ground as she was guided to her room, to wash,

Tyler followed, silently steaming. His anger and hatred for Keefe was growing deeper by the minute...

Alexa walked into her room, and washed, she came out in new robes

Tyler stood with his arms crossed outside Alexa's room. His glowering face pretty much told... anyone who comes near this door will be killed. That's about how unhappy he Felton.