But then he stopped himself. Looking at the griffons, he realized that these were the closest things he had to actual friends, not counting Joachim. That didn’t say much, as he tried his best to keep his distance from pretty much everyone when it could be helped. Tanismore’s ever-presence notwithstanding, the three others were more acquaintances than anything. He then recalled how he felt back on the lakeside, watching everyone else having fun with those close to them, and decided, for once, he’d willingly give in. “So be it then,” he said, sitting down to the left of Godfrey and taking a piece of chicken for himself. Tanismore looked up in surprise.