<em>"You've earned it."<br/><br/>His mouth opens again, as if to dispense yet another of his seemingly innumerable pearls of wisdom, both druidic and human, but, on occasion, even he can recognize when he's being a tad too pedagogical, and closes his mouth for a minute, just looking at her for a long moment with fatherly affection and admiration. <br/><br/>"So, what does my darling want us to hunt down for dinner?"</em>