(OOC: I personally like 'I am not retreating, I am regrouping!' Well, technically they are formed by magical spells being cast on the already fertilized egg. So, yes, they do have dads, they just don't care enough to learn who.)<br/><br/>Draiss gives Cerulean a wink as the husband walks back in and Daminor starts to cry, and then rolls his eyes, before sticking his tongue out and pretending to gag when no one else was looking. He quickly stops as he gives her hand a squeeze, before returning to his cake and fruits. He finishes them, and then pokes Daminor, and murmurs, "Do you think we should head out now, or give you time to stop crying like a girl?"<br/><br/>He smiled companionably, letting the bard know he was joking, before rolling his shoulder, and finishing off his tea with a slight grimace of distate. He preferred a nice red wine, but he would not complain.<br/><br/>Once everyone was ready, he let the others lead, and followed them out, looking pleased with himself for some reason.