Umi, the curious turtle, 1 Kennex corsairs arrive, following Titania.

The Bastion Hall has been carefully emptied and reappointed for the High Sun Celebration event, with an exquisite blanket fort filling more than half of the room. It has been meticulously constructed to create private spaces where guests can bunk for the night on comfortable cots. No detail has been spared, and there are lots of cushions outside of the fort for lounging and socializing, lanterns, fresh flowers overflowing from dozens of arrangements, and so much food. Buffet tables and drink stations have been arranged around the perimeter, and staff circulates to attend to guest needs.

Sabella is right at the entrance of the hall, greeting everyone with a jubilant smile. "Hello hello! Welcome, please come in and make yourselves at home. On behalf of Grayson, I am so happy to have you all here to celebrate the transition from spring to summer. Please let me know if there is anything you need! Anything at all!"

Jeffeth walks in behind Eirene, who he ran into down the street. He is talking her ear off about Gild and Silver Day. "...and sanctuary," he rumbles to complete whatever sentence he was mid.

The Marquis and Marquessa Leary make their classic matching entrance in their classic mismatched way, nonetheless smoothly moving as one. As protocol demands (and Fairen insists) they promptly make their way (as Iliana wants to) first to greet the Grayson Princess host and give their warmest greetings, and also engage in a little pleasant conversation (as Iliana insists) before hightailing it to the relative non-center-of-attention safety of the periphery (as Fairen wants to). "Princess Sabella, an auspicious High Sun to you and yours in House Grayson," Fairen states politely.

Eirene is on Mihaly's arm, his date as much as his guide. She wears golden honeysilk embroidered over in blackwork sun-burst patterns which seems to suit the theme of the evening. Even a jaunty hat with a golden feather. She's been going uh-huh and I see to Jeffeth the whole way there, much as she would to her talkative children. "Of course Mia would be happy to make a donation," she says absently. "Just send Berthold word." To Mihaly she says, "Let's say hi to Sabella and then grab a blanket fort for ourselves."

Titania is dressed in her leathers with many strips of starlight silk dyed in hues of blue that are tied into her leathers, her ocean blue eyes look around a soft smile coming to her lips as she looks around then spots Sabella, "Your highness." she says softly as she is greeted, "Thank you for this, it looks lovely."

Skaldia Harrow does not wear dresses. But today, she's making an exception, in honor of Gild and Lagoma. The auburn-haired Huntress has set aside arms and armor, in favor of an airy summer white muslin gown decorated with embroidered pink and violet flowers and leaves. Her auburn hair is left to flow freely down to her elbows, though it is held back beneath a circlet of star iron that once belonged to her older sister Felicia. There are a few pieces of jewelry too, tasteful pieces created by her sister Cufre. There is nothing overly extravagant about her though, materials mostly suited to one of her station as a non-noble. Skirts gathered awkwardly in one hand so she doesn't trip on them, she makes her way into the Grayson Mansion a bit timidly, peeking around uncertainly, as if there is only one thing she is certain about, and that is that she probably doesn't fit in here.

Iliana offers a polite bow towards Sabella as they enter and approach the hostess, "it is delightful that you have arranged this and we are honored to be welcomed so generously by House Grayson. We look forward to seeing all that has been planned for the celebration." They try not to take up too much time, as there are people coming in after, so Iliana takes her husband's arm as they move off to the side for the time being after the Princess replies back. "Are you feeling adventurous?" she wonders of Fairen.

As contrast to Eirene, Mihaly is wearing his nice clothes, which gives him a slightly celestial look. Especially the star-dappled sur-coat he wears over his clothes. Eirene is on one arm, and a cane in his other, the dark green strip of cloth covering his eyes signifying the old knight's recent blindness. "There's blanket forts?" he asks, turning to Eirene, or more rather, the sound of her voice. "Feel like I just made one with Jace. Or at the very least, tried to."

Sabella's smile brightens a degree or three when she sees Jeffeth, a flicker of surprise in her eyes. "Sir Jeffeth, thank you for joining us!" Her attention then flits to Eirene and Mihaly, both of whom she gushes happily to see. "Rivens! Oh, I'm so glad to see you both. I heard so much in the wake of Harrow Hall, and it sincerely brightens my day for you both to be here." The Learys are treated to a warm reception as well. "Marquis Fairen, Marquessa Iliana, you both look wonderful. It's a relief the marquis survived the winter and the snowball-throwing children, isn't it?" That last is asked of Iliana. Titania is given a small bow of head and murmured thank you, and Skaldia is similarly greeted. "You are one of the Harrows, yes?"

"Princess Sabella I received your letter." Jeffeth the very giant knight rumbles while looking down, way down - chin nearly tucked into his chest - to see her. And then he turns and lumbers over to food.

Eirene says, "It looks swank, Princess." She grins and makes a half bow for their hostess before she guides her husband on to a buffet and the bar. "Hey T," she calls to Titania, "the honeysilk isn't as soft as the spider silk, but if you wanna feel come do it now." She teases with a wicked grin. Then she starts describing things for her blinded knight, telling Mihaly what there is to drink, to eat, to see... "so just let me know what you want. We can park it on some pillows and just relax. I think we deserve some relaxing."

Straightening a little from her near-crouch into the room, Skaldia tries to put on her courageous face. For some reason, it's far easier for her to do on a battlefield, facing the Horned God and the Kindly Voices, than it is to attend a simple party in a fancy house. She draws a few calming breaths, and then steps a little further in. She eyes Sabella as the Princess greets her, and she nods, dipping a polite curtsey. "Yes, Your Highness," she says, her voice low. "Skaldia Harrow, Disciple of Petrichor, Huntress of the Lodge. Thank you for putting this together. It's been some time since I've seen a nice High Sun celebration." She manages a small smile. She glances around, and gives a little wave to Eirene and Mihaley. "I won't keep you," she says then to Sabella, before she hurries off toward the food.

"It was a season of peril to be sure, but nevertheless, I persisted," Fairen observes dryly to Sabella with a faint smile before he bows lightly and lets himself be directed off to the side by Iliana, although it doesn't seem like he's going to let himself not give her question a somewhat guarded reply. They have wildly different views on what constitutes an acceptable definition of 'adventure'. "I'll have a more detailed answer to that question once you've further explained what you're proposing," he replies evenly. Skaldia's recognition as a Harrow does get her an briefly appraising look from the scholar as well.

"Thank you, Your Highness." Mihaly say with a polite inclination of his head. Before he's pulled away and directed toward the descriptions that Eirene says. There is some mild frustration, likely getting use to his lack of sight, before telling his wife what he'd like. "We do deserve some relaxation. It's been nice to be back in the city after all this time. Not that I dislike the Twainfort, but being away from my family was taxing."

Titania moves in further as she spots Eirene when she is called out to, her steps move in her direction, "If I was to feel you and not be introduced to your beloved first I think that would be rude." we won't mention she already has done such a thing, she teases back at Eirene, she does not ever remember meeting Mihaly before.

"And I got... Your response." Sabella smiles up at Jeffeth and gives him a wink. She beams at the compliment from Eirene before turning her attention back to Skaldia. "You're welcome to take any of my time you like! I have high respect for those of your family I've had the pleasure of meeting. I imagine for you, it would be the same." She begins to move away from the door and toward a drink station to collect a glass of white wine with some sort of fruit in it. There's soft laughter for the exchange caught between Fairen and Iliana.

Iliana tilts her head up towards Fairen as he answers Sabella's question about the dangers of snow. "It was a difficult journey, but quite a bit of life is at times. He survived," she adds with a grin and gentle pat to her husband's hand. Then she turns back towards Fairen to say, "I feel like if you can not just say yes or no without further details then adventure is not for you. And that is acceptable. Not everyone has the propensity for such a life and saying no to the very thought of such is not a detriment to continuing life as you always have. Would you care for a drink?"

Eirene gives Fairen and Iliana a lift of chin hello before calling Titania over. "Mihaly, Titania. Titania, Mihaly. T's a fellow healer." She grabs a nibble plate and sets stuff up at compass points for them to share. "Twainfort is nice. Maybe after we deal with the latest shit we can go there and then Southport for a while. Escort the twins over for their training." She says to Cufre, "You clean up nice too. Trait we share."

"I see today's definition of 'Adventure' is trying to lure me once more into another one of your attempts to trap me, what was that term of yours again? Ah, yes. 'Out of my comfort zone', I infer," Fairen snarks lightly to Iliana. "I think I've fairly earned my propensity for caution towards such matters. But a drink would be very thoughtful and appreciated, thank you." He smiles back to Eirene's nod. It's possibly tinged with a little bit of help-is-appreciated-but-not-required, but so far he seems to be keeping the jaws of unknown Adventure from clamping down on him well enough via solo efforts.

Skaldia smiles to Sabella's comments about her family, and dips her head. "Thank you, your Highness," she says, before she does make her way toward the food tables. She finds herself something to munch on, then glances around, eyeing the other guests. Spotting Titania, she gives a wave to the Kennex lady as well, while munching on some grapes. The blanket fort is eyed with interest, and she moves closer to inspect it. A glance is given to Fairen and Iliana, and she inclines her head respectfully toward them, though she does not know them. Then she crouches down a bit, and peers into the blanket fort to check it out, while still munching on some grapes. There might be some kids in there, and she gives them a funny face. There's a sound of giggles, and then Skaldia turns and plops herself down on some of the cushions, sitting with her legs tucked neatly next to her. She eyes Eirene, and gives her a brief smile. "I don't know," she says, "I'm pretty sure pink and violet don't go with red hair, but it's all I had available," she says with a grin. "And hello, Lord Mihaly," she greets, after realizing he probably couldn't see her wave. She pops a grape into her mouth and glances around.

Sabella looks over at Skaldia, gasping softly. "Pink and violet are perfect and they are perfect on you!"

"I *do* miss Southport." There is a certain whimsical longing for the sandy beaches and warm weather of the tropical island hold of the Malvici. "The food, the smell. The impressive military displays. There are times I wonder if I should've married in your House." Getting led to take a seat, Mihaly uses his cane as slight leverage to make sure he doesn't just fall over. "Ah hello, uh.." he pauses. "Forgive me, I'm trying to tie the voice to a name, but that's harder than I expected it to be."

"Marquis, do you not think that the comfort zone should be enjoyed more so after stepping away from it than trating it like a prison?" Iliana asks, though she leaves before he can even answer it in an attempt to keep her expression more thoughtful and not grin that ends up happening once her back is turned. Both Eirene and Skaldia get smiles in greeting as she passes on the way towards the collection of drinks and the person helpfully mixing any that might need such. After some consideration she nods and is handed two glasses, one of which she sips before she even leaves the area and her face instantly wrinkles at what could only be assumed to be a rather strong concoction. Despite her expression of warning and poisoning, she turns back and makes the trip back to Fairen to hand him the second glass. "I was informed that this drink might kill us, and I am excited." Think of possibilities if it doesnt! "When was the last time you were in a," she motions towards the blanket forts. Never is probably the answer.

Titania smiles at Eirene, "It is a pleasure to meet you Lord Mihaly, Lady Titania Kennex, Disciple of Mangata." she looks to Eirene with a grin, "I still like the other dress." she grins then looks to Skaldia and waves to her, "Huntress Harrow it is good to see you as always." she smiles and looks around spying Jeffeth and smiles moving in his direction to say hello, "Grand Master, as always it is good to see you."

Fairen checks willpower and etiquette at hard. Fairen is successful.

Skaldia glances at Sabella, and smiles shyly at the compliment, then looks to Mihaly. "Oh! Sorry, lord Riven!" she says. "Skaldia Harrow. We met briefly, the night before the big battle. Did you lose your sight during the fighting?" she asks boldly. Tact has never been her strong suit. Another grape is popped into her mouth. She glances toward Iliana as the Marquessa gestures Fairen toward the blanket fort. "If you've never been in a blanket fort," she tells them both, "I highly recommend it." She grins at them, and then smiles to Titania. "Always good to see you too, Lady Titania." She pops the last grape in her mouth, munching quietly.

Jeffeth lifts a big hand to wave to Titania. The other holds a giant carafe he brought himself because he doesn't want to accidentally break any delicate crystal...again. He lowers the carafe from his mouth to reveal a large milk mustache and ahhhs. "Good to see you, Lady Titania."

Titania grins at Jeffeth as the carafe is brought down, she umms as she smiles. She leans in to whisper something to him, a wide grins on her lips as someone seems to be in a good mood at the moment.

Eirene wonders if there is a pillow fort large enough to house Jeffeth and smirks a little to herself as she ponders it. "Our children build such forts," she says to Fairen and Iliana. "And then throw stuffed toys at one another in an attempt to lay siege." This is said with pride. Skaldia's question is left unanswered so Mihaly can tell his tale. She presses a drink into his hand and sits, adjusting her hat before settling onto the couch.

For the next little while, Sabella just allows the guests to get comfortable and settle in. When it seems like the trickle through the door has slowed and most are happily seated and relaxing, the princess claps her hands together and a servant rings a tinkling bell to gain attention. Her smile lights up her whole face (even Mihaly can probably 'see' her brightness). "Everyone, again, I want to thank you and welcome you for joining House Grayson today for High Sun, also known as Silver Day. Though I am no Godsworn, and my discipleship is to Jayus, I hold deep reverance for Lagoma and Gild. To honor them both today is a beautiful thing! I have found myself thinking about their ideals especially in recent weeks. The Compsct has faced considerable loss, hardship, and a weakening of connections. Now? House Grayson is committed as ever to rebuilding and strengthening the Crownlands and the Compact. Today's celebration gives us a chance to show our continued devotion to our people. You are always welcome to seek out sanctuary with us. Even when ours is fallen, we will not turn you away. Even when the changes of the world are fast and tumultuous, we will ride those changes with you."

She pauses to scan the gathered crowd, pointedly meeting the gaze of each person who looks at her to offer a kind and reassuring smile. "I promise to always look out for the Crownlands and her people." After another moment, her gaze flicks to Jeffeth. "Grandmaster? Might you have any words to share with us?"

Jeffeth checks dexterity and stealth at hard. Jeffeth is successful.

"It requires but a trivial effort to enjoy oneself in a comfort zone. That's why it's considered -comfortable-," Fairen remarks patiently before waiting for his wife's return by standing around in what isn't a -completely- awkward sort of way. Mostly he seems to be analyzing somebody's turtle to try and identify its particular subspecies. But then Iliana's back and he takes the concoction from her. "I think you were informed entirely incorrectly about our Great House's catering," he replies dryly before immediately having a drink from it. His eyes get briefly wide behind his glasses and his swallow sort of flirts on the boundaries of choking without stepping over. He takes a moment before replying again. "It's very exciting, yes," he adds with a slight rasp. Somebody back there's pouring pretty generously. He looks in the direction of her motion. "The last time I was possibly about to be mistaken for a couch covered with a drop cloth about to be put away for storage?" he asks with a slightly skeptical look at one particular example of blanket fort engineering. "It's been a while." He turns back to his wife, already expecting to be told it won't be a while for much longer and apparently preemptively resigning himself to it. Eirene and Mihaly get a smile and an incline of his head as she comments. "I'll admit I'd be somewhat pleased if Valitina sought advice for how to make a blanket observatory," he muses.

Feeling the glass in his hand, Mihaly looks grateful in the general direction that Eirene is in, which is probably next to him. But now that he matches the voice to name, he nods. "It's quite alright. I haven't really advertised my recent injury. But yes, this occurred during the assault on Harrow Hall. I drew too deeply on my connection to the stars. There was some kind of...blow back that took my sigh. I can see, in a sense, but it's something the Queen told me it would take time to learn. I can...somewhat make out shapes and faces close to me. Like Eirene here, but things at a further distance are lost. And they appear, well, different to me. It is a price I'm willing to play for helping keep those fighting safe." He pauses then at Sabella's greeting, lifting his glass to her upon the ending of it. "And we appreciate your generosity, Your Highness Sabella."

Jeffeth bends his knees so Titania can execute a successful whisper to his ear. He rumbles, "Oh...shi..." He looks right, left, looks behind him, and he WAS going to discreetly wipe the milk mustache away with the back of his sleeve but SABELLA drew everyone's attention RIGHT AT him, which would cancel out a successful stealth roll.

Now everyone is looking at the big night using his arm as a milk napkin. He shifty-eyes left, the right, lowers his arm and clears his throat. "Uhm...yes - thank you Princess Sabella," he rumbles out in stentorian fashion.

He gulps. "High Sun is...sometimes called the Silver Day. It is Lagoma's welcome of Summer. It is a joint feast day of Lagoma and Gild, with Gild's aspect of hospitality and sanctuary celebrated," all of this is spoken with a robotic recall, like the way they teach you to remember in Godsworn school. "Traditionally, it is a say when many stay the day and night at Church as guests, or open their doors to neighbors..." he makes a stiff arm gesture to Sabella," ...in celebrations..." and a stiff arm motion to the crowd, spreading his hands to gesture to all of them, "...with local nobles usually holding banquents..." he stiffly motions to the food, "...for their vassals." That seems to be the end of the script so he is silent. "So...let's celebrate it!" He bows.

Eirene ahas at Fairen's comment about observatories. "Does your Valitina like stars?" She grins at the Marquis and then over at her husband. "Mihaly is an astronomer. Stars are his specialty, 'specially now." She lets Jeffeth's booming voice overright any additional attempts at commentary but then she lifts her glass. "To Gild. To Lagoma. May we change for the betterment of all," she says, sounding... sincere? Eirene, sincere? Weird days.

Sabella checks charm and propaganda at normal. Sabella is successful.

Fairen also notices Skaldia said something to him! Oops. "I suppose I should at least investigate it personally before prejuding the matter," he admits to her before smiling thinly. "Disciple Skaldia, was it? Marquis Fairen of the Leaholdt, pleased to make your acquaintance. My capable partner in life, the Marquessa Iliana Leary," he introduces his wife before continuing. "I don't know if congratulations on the eviction of the Abyssals from your ancestral home are quite the appropriate thing to offer, but I am pleased for your family. It has been ofttimes been the site of a fell ends and I am certain you all are no small amount of relived to have been able to overturn some of them."

If anyone makes any comment upon Jeffeth's napkin-arm situation, Sabella is quick to follow suit, claiming it is a tradition in some holdings to use your sleeves as napkins on Silver Day.

Iliana claps for Sabella's words around the glass, eyes shifting towards Jeffeth when he is put on the spot. Before he begins, she turns towards Eirene, "those are valuable lessons to begin early enough. As soon as a child is capable of understanding the words they should be put into practice with the training required to protect ones self as well as any who rely on them for such. I am very proud of our daughter's skills with a wide variety of weapons. Apparently she has decided that she would rather learn everything about all of them then find herself lacking in one area and left without options." The child is certainly a balanced mix of her parents. "We can give her your library to build the walls, books are rather sturdy for standing on if one needs to reach something that their husband placed on the tallest shelf for no reason," not that this is something the woman is familiar with at all. "Then she can just throw blankets over the reinforced book wall structure and she is better prepared than most." She pauses speaking to listen to Jeffeth and he too gets a polite clap in response before she looks towards Skaldia "I truly can not remember the last time I had been in a blanket fort, so I will take your high recommendation to heart and claim one in the name of House Leary." She looks towards Sabella and whispers "in a perfectly non combative nor formal declaration of war against House Grayson." She needs to make sure that this is clear.

Titania put a hand on one of Jeffeths large arms letting him know he is doing a great job, she holds up her glass, "To Lagoma and Gild." she brings her drink up to her lips to take a sip, "You did very good Grand Master, I do hope your day has gone well so far."

Jeffeth checks charm and propaganda at normal. Jeffeth fails.

Jeffeth nods solemnly with Sabella's explanation. "It is also a tradition in the Lower Boroughs of Arx." He looks about and then smiles a very friendly smile at Titania. "Thank you. I need to go use the latrine..." and so he goes.

Skaldia listens to Sabella's invocation for the holiday, and smiles as she listens. There's a little, 'Here, here," that comes from her. Then she lifts her eyebrows in surprise as she turns her attention back to Mihaly as he mentions calling on his connection to the stars. "You can call on /stars/??" she exclaims. "That's so amazing! I mean, I'm sorry that you lost your sight, but it sounds like it was a sacrifice you were willing to make. Thank you for your help in the battle, m'lord," she says, a smile likely heard in her voice, if not seen. She turns her attention to Fairen then as he introduces himself, and smiles. "Nice to meet you, Lord Fairen," she says, and she inclines her head from where she's sitting, toward Iliana. "And you, Lady Leary." She scrunches up her face a bit as Fairen mentions eviction of Abyssals, and is thoughtful. "Well," she says, "one Abyssal, anyway, and associated minions. We're still not sure what to do about the rest of the place. Harrow Hall still needs to be cleansed. It is still the first Shardhaven. I suppose that's where Godsworn come in. There's work yet to do," she admits. "But we will manage it, eventually. The Dragons offered to just burn the whole place to the ground, but Cufre isn't too keen on that idea. If it was up to me, I'd ask them to just do it!"

Fairen politely applauds for both Sabella and Jeffeth, whose public speaking anxieties he definitely sympathizes with on some level, before he's nodding lightly to support Iliana's words and only adding for Eirene, "Valitina's always been quite taken with the moon. Its brief transformation into the skull of a partially revived deity recently has only enhanced that, as it turns out. But I've been curating some texts to direct that curiosity and I've fine hopes it will lead to her decision to become a proper scholar." Daughter becoming a big goth? No problem, as long as she's a scholar big goth! Maybe as a big goth scholar she'll do her dissertation on Harrow Hall. "You're wise to explore all your options first, but there's something to be said for having an offer from actual dragons in hand. There may be something to making a fresh start of things and forging your path anew," he advises Skaldia. "But that is just a far less informed and involved opinion coming from me."

Eirene chuckles at Skaldia, "If you and Cufre take them up on that offer, PLEASE let me know so I can bring the kids to watch," she jokes. Probably not a joke. Her daughter is also a baby-goth and the two girls should meet someday...

Fairen then turns back to Iliana and exhales before he resigns himself to festive proxy rebellion, as one does. "Very well," he declares, pointing at a fort. "That one seems defensible and commands the approach to the buffet table besides." He's more prepared for it this time and takes another drink to steel himself for the coming shenanigans.

"I'm told it's not all that common, but I'm not the expert in things arcane." Mihaly remarks to Skaldia, taking a drink of whatever it is that his wife gave him, then tilts his head towards his better half. "She's the knowelable one. I just fumble around in the dark." He pauses at what was he realizes is a joke. "Now just as literal as it is figurative."

Eirene grins at Mihaly and leans in to him, whispering something with a small scowl. She makes a face at the end of it, yuck, and then drinks her fancy Sabella-inspired drink. Time for snackies, clearly.

Skaldia eyes Jeffeth briefly, her expression perplexed. "What is it with that man, and his obsession with latrines?" she mutters under her breath. She looks back to Fairen then and smiles, listening to his advice. "We'll consider all our options carefully," she says a nod, and then she rises to her feet. A grin is given to Eirene. "Oh for sure, we'll invite everyone! If it happens. If not, well... I suppose we'll figure something out." She flips her hair over her shoulder, then fetches herself a drink. "I'm going in," she says then, getting on hands and knees with the drink, and crawling into the blanket fort. Yeah, she's not shy about doing things that are weird. She's still young at heart, in spite of everything. She finds herself a cot, and perches herself on it, sipping her drink. She doesn't really drink a lot though, and soon she's dozing away in the blanket fort.

Skaldia is overheard praising Sabella.

"What a wonderful idea," Iliana claims towards Fairen chosing which fort he would prefer, making it sound as if it were completely his idea on the matter from the very start. "We could make a pass through the buffet before hand to make the logistics even more smooth." There is a nod of agreement towards Skaldia, "sometimes the best plans are the ones that you are able to start from the very beginning, but I hope whatever your family chooses it does not offer you more difficulty."

Sabella looks from the Learys to the Rivens. "Oh! Maybe my Relara could spend some time with them? She's been talking /so much/ about things that I simply don't know about. It sounds like you might be good guides for her seeking of information." Apparently the baby-goths run rampant in the next generation.

Libera, a quiet hawk leaves, following Skaldia.

"We'd be delighted to receive her," Fairen tells Sabella. "It may be best if you proactively inform Princess Relara that the laboratory is off-limits, no matter what sort of loopholes Valitani may attempt to invoke to the contrary." Big goths aren't entirely immune to trying to fib a little to impress visiting Princess peers, after all. "If you'll excuse the Marquessa and I, we've a temporary blanket domain to oversee after lunching," he says with a bow before offering an arm to gallantly escort Iliana to the food which really isn't all that far away, but it's the thought that counts.

Titania nods to Jeffeth and was about to speak again with Skaldia but she had to go, so she moves to find a place to sit with her drink and some food. She is a quiet woman, sitting nibbling on food as her blue eyes watch everyone mingle and talk.

Eirene laughs a little at Fairen. "My lab in the Malvici estate is also off limits, but if you want I can send Iris to join them. It'd be nice for her to have some final days with friends here in Arx before she ships off for her academy training at boarding school."