Ondua had taken up the seat he always did within the Goltbred dining hall, shortly after Onya had experienced enough of being held and wanted let down. He closed his eyes for a bit with his eldest daughter gone from the room… fully accepting that sleep would not be happening for a while still yet, but taking the short break from wanting to stare at Elua like she'd disappear again. He could accept that feeling for what it was only because he knew himself well enough to identify the source of it.
'She is here with us tonight, but she won't stay. Not for long. Qatrand's life is only a train ride away… but it's still not at this house. Haa… my girl is closer than ever but grown up too far.'
