<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>"My child?"</strong></span><br/><br/>From around a doorway, there stood the worn-out, yet still so approachable figure of the ex-King. There was concern in those kind eyes, yet he did not seem to want to approach without Aster's consent, instead hovering by the exit to the hallway.<br/><br/>His voice sounded heavier than Aster's SOUL,<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>"Would you like some tea? Perhaps you just wish to talk this evening? I know that you and the little one are planning on leaving here, and I know I cannot stop you, but I certainly can aid with tea."</strong></span><br/><br/>One large paw motioned towards the comfy living room, which was now only illuminated by the flickering flames of the fire in the hearth.<strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">"Come in when you are ready."</span></strong>