Alex
Angelica Stafford
Mikhail Durkhan-Maith
Stormalong, South Feyshore

Mikhail cleared his throat and straightened, taking the comment about his room to be a dismissal from the Lord. After all, the Lady's personal chambers wasn't really a place you'd like to see your houseguest, even if that guest was basically a nephew to her. "Thank you, Lord Stafford." He wiped his hands with the towel once more, resigning himself to the discoloration on his hands for the time being. 

Angelica reached for the towel, murmuring something about putting it with the wash to be taken by the staff later, and pushed herself from her perch on the edge of the tub. It wasn't the best motion, and she took Mikhails' forearm as a brace to stand up. "Why don't we move to the parlor, or the gardens? We can have some tea and cakes brought around, Marcus should be down for a while still." She looked to her husband. 

"We can catch up?"
June
Lord Eric Stafford
Stormalong, South Feyshore

At the first sign of Angelica being unsteady, Eric about made a rush to help her. But Mikhail seemed to have her well and he visibly relaxed. The last thing Eric needed was for his wife to fall onto a bathroom floor.

" The gardens that we had planted in the spring are starting to do very well and I've spent most of the day inside today and it's a beautiful day today." He added, stepping away from the bathroom door to allow them to walk out of the room. "Is this your first time in the Stormalong's castle, Mikhail?" He asked, looking to the boy. "We can also take you on a brief tour this evening if you wish." A friendly smile rested on Eric's face instead of the normal stoic look. Something about his new life in Stormalong seemed to be making him more out-wardly friendly. A warmth he didn't quite have before.
Alex
Angelica Stafford
Mikhail Durkhan-Maith
Stormalong, South Feyshore

When Eric moved aside, she let Mikhail exit first before following, hooking her arm through Eric's as they walked. 

"It is, I don't believe I've ever spent any time in South Feyshore that wasn't just passing through." He confirmed, falling into step beside the pair as they walked through the wide halls of the castle. He'd been curious to poke around, and figured he'd do so in the dead of night. But a guided tour might be more worthwhile. 

"It was fully repaired this spring, as much to it's original state as possible, but the eastern side was mostly destroyed. You'll have to let us know if the renovations were up to par with the rest of the structure."

"I'm not versed in things like that, but I can tell you that from what I've seen of it so far, it's seamless." Mikhail offered. On their way out, he'd left his package from Bradai on the bed, and now it was all his mind was drifting to, worried he'd lose the books that were gifted to him.
June
Lord Eric Stafford
Stormalong, S. Feyshore

"You have freedom to roam wherever you wish. It's as much yours as it is ours, you're always welcome." Eric said, walking a leisurely pace with his wife.

"I've spent considerable time salvaging the library as well, I've heard you like to read. I have had men going through some of the abandoned keeps that dot Feyshore looking for old tomes and texts to restock it. I also have a few boys who are being trained to knighthood living in the barracks, they usually spar in the morning if you are interested in seeing that." Eric explained as they passed the corridors. The walls were mostly bare, Randall Storm had taken down many of the Ramsalot portraits when he took the castles and had them stored. Eric didn't know what to do with them quite yet, there was especially a Cleburn portrait that unsettled him. But the art that did remain was mostly landscape art of different places in Feyshore or of the lake Fey. Some of them of old castles in Northern Feyshore.