He immediately stood up when she asked him, in her own way, to come with her. She still had a small problem about asking for help directly, but he did as well, so he didn't mind. He offered her his arm, and led the way to the inn. He paused with Cerulean, before shaking his head as she tried to head down. "No, not in public. I am guessing this will be painful one way or another. Lets meet her in the room."<br/><br/>He firmly held onto Cerulean's arm, and then warped reality slightly, so that Vorela had brought Saffron up to the room after a few moments, to get her out of the watchful and admiring eyes of the other patrons. He then let go of Cerulean's arm, and nodded toward the pair. Vorela had a slight look of confusion for a second as they walked up, before he shook his head slightly, indicating he would explain later. He headed over to the wine cabinet, only to immediately back track as Cerulean greeted her mother, only to be rebuked. He placed one hand on her shoulder, a look of pity as he took in both elves, before sighing and shaking his head, about to say something, but held onto it, letting Cerulean lead.