Caldar had began eating, more like an animal and seemingly not bothered about the company they were in. Why did they want to make relations with Wralkar anyway? It wasn't like the two Kingdoms had anything in common. He paused when Esther spoke to him, raising an eyebrow in surprise. As if she dared talk to him, and bring up the wound?<br/><br/>He ignored her, shaking his head as he returned to his meal which caused an uneasy atmosphere amongst his family. Eira gave Brandt a glare, which caused him to clear his throat before talking to the boy. "Do you need a nurse, son?"<br/><br/>"No, it's just a scratch." Caldar replied, shrugging it off.<br/><br/>"If you are injured, do say boy. You can't keep it unchecked, don't be ridiculous." Eira piped in, moving her eyes to look at his torso - not that she could see anything with his clothes on.<br/><br/>"No. It's not an injury. Barely even drew blood." The Prince insisted, giving Esther a look that warned her not to bring it up again.