She grimaced and stood, taking both the drink she had ordered for Faeron, and the one she was drinking herself and heading to the bar, leaning over it and kissing the old adventurer's cheek before settling herself on a stool. "Posh, Auntie. I will never be lonely. I will always have you and your fine drink to keep me company. It has neither a penis to annoy me with or a tongue to wag." She took another sip and then cocked her head to the side, "Is he still courting what's her face? If he's still with that crazy biddy then I'm sure the only trouble he's in is tied to her bed in the enclave." She giggled for a moment, "But no, I haven't seen him in a time, then again, I've been sequestered a lot lately for my last disappearing act."<br/><br/>Placing the drink on the bar, she reached out and took the woman's hand, who despite very different lineage, she considered more of an Aunt than those with her own blood, "We'll find him. Worry not though, I'm sure he's fine. I'll go with Aengus and the lady to look for him. I'm telling you though, don't expect me to drag him back if he's somewhere blissfully happy."