:You really think Kero’s going to spend all night looking for them, Alberich?: Crathach followed Talia and Dirk into their quarters and a hail of six-year-old questions, indulging in a shiver as the warm fire began wafting chill air out of his Greens. :Rolan seems confident those two are off the grounds. Or at least that they’re not his problem.:
:Sleep well she will not, until the hole in security she has identified,: the Weaponsmaster confirmed. :Sleep well I would not either, but correct you are. Informed me, Kantor also has, that Rolan has much to discuss with the herd. And that the Groveborn suggests we should Father Gerichen to our council invite, to determine how best to break it to the Lord Patriarch that…: Alberich’s mind-voice faded a moment, into wordless incredulity. :That spirits in Haven linger who have not justice found, and demand their own priest be acknowledged.:
:…What?: Crathach managed.
:Know, I do not. Ask, I would rather not. For tonight the danger averted is. Sleep, I intend, that tomorrow we may with clearer heads this conundrum attack.:
Probably wise, Crathach knew, bidding his friend a good night as he wrapped his hands around a steaming mug. Gods knew he wouldn’t be seeing his own bed for candlemarks yet. There were things he had to discuss with Talia while the impressions were fresh in their minds.
After the Monarch’s Own had some precious time with her family.
“Oh, mulled cider… thank you, love.” Sitting in the chair nearest the fire, Talia kissed Dirk on the cheek, hugged her son, then took a sizeable gulp. “Mmm. I hope they’re getting warm, too.”
“Who’s getting warm, Mama?” Jemmie blinked up at her, all curls and six-year-old curiosity.
Talia ruffled his hair, and took a smaller sip, sighing. “Two young men who have a very stubborn attitude about using the front gates.”
“I don’t know,” Dirk mused. “If I’d found myself in as much – er, trouble, as they have, I’d want to sneak around too.”
Jemmie scrunched his brows down, then turned a very Talia-like frown on Crathach. “Are they bad trouble? People were rushing around, and it was too quiet.”
Double-check the boy’s getting ground and center lessons, I’d lay odds he’ll be an Empath in a few years, Crathach noted. “I wouldn’t say Wei Wuxian and Wen Qionglin are trouble. But they’re trying to get away from a whole crowd of nasty people who want to start trouble, and I bet a responsible young lad like you knows how that goes.”