“Hmm?” Geoffrey responded, his black feathered face and grey shadows about his eyes striking at the sun hit his feathers. “Oh, you’re still here? I figured you’d run off at the sight of me yet again. You really should not disturb father. He does so ever need his rest these days.” Joachim ground his teeth. Speaking as if their father were not here before them! He looked at the door. A guard had filled the doorway, with Handy at his back.