The peasant healer nods, looking. She's not going to make much progress in an afternoon, but Verena gets the sense that she's learning.
As Mirellia bows, she sees the king's eyes looking shamelessly at her breasts. Indeed, he's not alone, as several of his men are staring in exactly the same location, as well as Gustav and Varrin's rescued sister, Madeline.
As Mirellia sits, the eyes on her leave only reluctantly. "Heh." She hears from beside her, and sees Gustav looking down at her, able to move as quietly as he could when she was young. "I see you haven't changed a bit. Too bad there's been no time to 'catch up', yet." @Regin34 Trista sees Gustav talking to the milf.
The king inclines his head, before Madeline moves from her perch next to him, walking over to give both Varrin and Isabella, hugging both, before taking a seat in Varrin's lap. "You guys... I'm glad you came for me." She smiles.
Varrin returned the hug. “Of course we did – there was no way we would abandon you... I'm glad to see you're alright, Maddie.” The nobleman tried to ignore his sister sitting in his lap. It helped that he was exhausted after the fight, but he had only so much self-control so if she did not get off soon...
'Our victory would not have been possible without my cousin Eileann, she deserves as much credit and reward as I and... I do not think I will return as head of the family. I will have to talk with her about how things go from here,' Ard told Auberon.
"Oh, I'm fine. Aubie's not so bad when you get to know him." She chuckles, though Isabella instinctively looks around, worried that one of the elf warriors heard the king referred to so irreverently. Madeline either doesn't notice that what she said , or has enough confidence in her position that she doesn't care. "Still, I think it's long past time to go home. The three of us have a lot of catching up to do." She doesn't move from her spot on his lap, though if he pushes her away she doesn't fight him.
King Auberon nods. "Then she shall be rewarded as well. If you don't want to take your seat, that's your own business. In fact, there are other paths you might take. But I'll leave that for later."
“Yes, we should go home some time soon. We've been gone for a while, so mother must be worried.” Varrin did not try to push Madeline away, rather enjoying having her in his lap. Part of him knew he should make her move, but he was tired so he'd do it after catching his breath some more... yep, definitely just tired and nothing more...
The former royal mistress just chuckles. "She'll be glad to see you. Probably give you a hero's welcome. Father will probably find a way to blame it all on you." Isabella grins at that last part.
“Yes, I am sure he will.” Varrin let out an exaggerated sigh of disappointment, though it was obvious he was doing it in jest. He tried not to think about the first part of what Madeline had said – having his sister sitting in his lap was already making things hard for him, he really did not need to add Angelica to the mix.
"I- well..." She seems reluctant to say, but seems to trust Ard. "It's a certain...artifact." She blushes. "The Wild Hunt took it when I summoned them the first time." She looks uncertain as to whether she should say more, before she's interrupted.
Gustav grins. "Aged is a bit of a misleading term. Certain parts of you got bigger, certainly, but the rest of you looks just like the young noble I used to tie to my bed and-" Mirellia sees the giant in the rogue witcher's pants begin to stir at the memory, before he's cut off.
"That's all right. While father's spending time with your brother, you'll have all the more time to spend with the women in your family." She teases mercilessly. "Maybe even-" As a blessing or a curse, she's cut off.
Ard looked around for a moment to see where Abigail was, or if she had gone to search for her artifact. He had had his fill of alcohol at the feast, having nearly forgotten how freely and copiously drink and food came at an elven feast. He smirked, looking at nobody in particular, 'I have to say I missed these parties. I think I drank more wine in the last hour than in the past five years combined.'
Abigail is still at the table for now. Eileann chuckles at her cousin's tipsiness, while Evir'i frowns slightly, worried about him having too much. Eileann shrugs. "Oh, yes you could have. Still, I'll happily let that be the version of the story the king believes." She grins.