The Primrose Siblings, Angelika, Penelope and Elliot came at a time where it wasn't too late, and though the second sister asked about Timothy's whereabouts, she had let the matter drop to converse with her siblings and Diov... albeit, one ought to use Sir Diov Brande, or Sir Brande for short if one were to be truly respectful and in accordance to the man's position.
When the Lord Harrington and his reliable friend Donovan came about the table for breakfast—there was barely enough time for them to eat breakfast. It was a strange thing to witness because the man was always lively and chirpy during the mornings, someone who was always willing to take on the world, but he looked drained right now.
"You look kind of dreadful," Lady Angelika said, not mincing words at all. It elicited some laughs from the group and even from the young Noble himself.
Diov raised a brow, "Have you gotten any rest at all? It doesn't seem like you did."
