A few servants hovered near the dining hall entrance but were waved away by the Goltbred patriarch. There was no hurry to clean the table of their remaining food quite yet, even if the conversation might keep going.
"Qatrand… you don't have to thank me. I couldn't ignore my son-in-law's concern. Especially when you came to us like we could be trusted with your worry."
"No, that's even more reason for me to thank you."
The man awkwardly nodded back, feeling like he had just been scolded. He wanted to tell the young man that he had sounded *quite* like his actual father just then… but knew that the pair had not been getting along in recent months.
Ondua kept his mouth shut tight, as he didn't want to alienate another Yecine he was friendly with!
"Knowing our daughter, she'll probably try to avoid sleeping here now, just to be contrary with you."
