Magnus, looking like he hadn't slept well despite falling unconscious immediately upon getting to bed, gave Atisha a weak, tired smile when she joined the family at the table. "Morning," He said in a sleepy tone. He looked awful compared to his usual self. Dark, half-lidded eyes, messy hair, and an uneven shirt made him look terribly unkempt. His parents hadn't taken too much of an aversion to it until Atisha came along. His mother nudged him, getting his attention.<br/><br/>"Make yourself decent, we've got company," She urged. As he did so, buttoning his shirt and running his fingers through his hair, she turned towards Atisha and gave her a greeting nod. "We know you did, dear, and we appreciate it. It might take a while to recover, but we'll make it." She smiled lightly, and offered a hand to shake. "Hildegard Alondite, it's a pleasure."<br/><br/>His father set down his own cup, and introduced himself as well. "Sigurd Alondite. I'm glad you came along when you did, we're just glad to be alive. It's a right shame what happened, and whoever's responsible is up for a good walloping, but it ain't the end." He spoke in a notably different accent than the other two, much gruffer and with a different type of sound to it, much like the Teryn from the highlands to the north. Not entirely unpleasant to the ear, but different from the norm.<br/><br/>Magnus, who had been somewhat mindlessly brushing his hair into some sort of acceptable look the whole time, finally chimed in. "It was a rough day, and it's going to take a lot of work to eventually rebuild, but we've at least got a chance to do that now, thanks to you and everyone else." Despite the long road of hardships that lied ahead, they were all relieved that their lives weren't over.