Aleron let himself be led through the crowd, giving fake smiles and little nods of thanks to anyone that congratulated them on their way to the dais. His stomach was practically churning or at least felt like it-But if anything he'd refuse to throw up in front of all these people, afraid the embarrassment would be devastating.<br/><br/>He found himself squeezing to Jaron's hand, not in any aggressive way, but any way that someone would when incredibly nervous once they were standing on the middle of the dais. Surely he still didn't like the man, but if he was going to hold his hand he figured he might as well get something out of it, even if it was simply something to squeeze other than his other hand.<br/><br/>Simply listening to what was said by both fathers, Jaron's first with the little speeches that always seemed to be there during things like this, his father soon gave something similar and of equal meaning, practically, before signalling to drink afterwards in a practical toast after more words, while Aleron was practically itching to get off that dais now.