[He waits, well past the time that dramatic shadow flits through the room but only so he is sure that Etelo is asleep before he sets the food down and carries him to his bed, tucking him in and kissing his brow.
That moody shadow is a problem he has to fix, for the sake of all his children (if he has any others left...) and himself. Since the door was left ajar, he doesn't knock but slips through the door and presses it closed. Whichever way this goes their son doesn't need to hear more than he must.]
My Lord? [He inquires softly, his bare feet near-silent on the stone floor as he crosses the room. When he gets to the bed he stops, but strongly considers just curling up in the bed with him.]
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That moody shadow is a problem he has to fix, for the sake of all his children (if he has any others left...) and himself. Since the door was left ajar, he doesn't knock but slips through the door and presses it closed. Whichever way this goes their son doesn't need to hear more than he must.]
My Lord? [He inquires softly, his bare feet near-silent on the stone floor as he crosses the room. When he gets to the bed he stops, but strongly considers just curling up in the bed with him.]