Aiven was the last of the summoned group to arrive, for all that he had left his own chambers with plenty of time to spare. At least, he had thought so, but his spectral harassers seemed unusually vexed with him this day, and had made the relatively short journey exceptionally difficult. Even as he entered the room, the door abruptly tried to swing back into his face in a gust of cold wind, but he catches it and holds it long enough to slip through.<br/><br/>The death of Gabilgathil had devastated him as much as anyone not of the king's own family could have felt. The King had been the first person in close to a century able to offer genuine kindness to the cursed nomad who had once been a prince, and the first to offer him a place to begin to heal. Under Gabilgathil's roof, Aiven had come to terms with his past and the haunting remnants that still pursued him from it, and returned the favor by serving as royal tutor to the Tol Galen household. He couldn't have imagined anyone wanting the King dead, let alone having the will and ability to carry out the deed, and for all that his step was light, his face was appropriately and uncharacteristically somber.<br/><br/>"Sianna. I'm happy to see you home again. Jhessail, you as well." To each sister he gave a proper, respectful bow, balancing out the informal address that came from having known the girls literally since they were suckling babes.<br/><br/>Morwenna, a similar bow. "Milady Morwenna. It cannot be said too many times, my deepest and utmost sorrows for your loss, all of you."<br/><br/>"Lady Ayisa, I hope you fair well." He'd always held a bit of a soft spot for the young girl, though unlike the princesses she hadn't been one of his direct students.<br/><br/>"Well met again, Blademaster Moraine." Aiven's nod to Enastril was cordial, of one master scholar to another - for all that their studies lay in very different fields, he'd never had any quarrels with the swordmaster.<br/><br/>