This initial bit of political business had been handled, as far as Navuill was concerned. And Qatrand was satisfied that there would be a lack of fallout, compared to her expectation, over her El's actions. A beat of tangible quiet followed the departure of Goltbred father and daughter, the conversation having reached one of those natural pauses they tend to hit. A lull, where someone had to decide whether to continue it with something more… or close it out to allow the people - who clearly all wanted to be elsewhere - to go on their way.
"Well, then. I think I'll go look at that flooring. If I can tear my eyes away from my daughters."
