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Why did you leave them? He wanted to ask that, but it was too simple a question to really convey his confusion over the whole situation. "What did you do that made them want you so badly?" There, that was better. "Look, Nal, I don't care that you were an assassin. Murder isn't exactly...

"You didn't tell me you were an assassin." That was all he had to say, really. Nal looked... well, for lack of a better term, she looked awful. While Sevinil was distracted by the ghost in the kitchen, however, he had freedom to speak as long as he needed. "I'm not... I'm not mad, or anything...

"Well, there she is. Go to her, Nethyn." "Valdren, I..." Nethyn found himself being picked up under the shoulders and put back on his feet. "Yeah, Nal?" he called out, pretending he hadn't just been talking to a ghost. "You're not going to bed early, right? It's been a busy day, but supper's...

Nethyn figured she needed to be left alone for a while. And come to think of it, so did he. So he carried his son back downstairs, unblocked the kitchen door, and settled the boy back down on a chair before he made his way back into the kitchen. Thankfully, the potatoes were undisturbed. By...

"Nal..." He gently placed Sevinil on her bed, tousled his hair and gave him a weak smile, and then turned back to Naloru. Pausing a moment, he made only a slightly undignified noise before going in for a bear-hug. This was... what, the second time? It seemed that situations like this had the...

Nethyn slumped against the barricade, clutching Sevinil close and feeling the terrified pounding of both their hearts. With a despaired sigh, he waited for his mind to settle and for his breath to come back before calling back up, "Nal, what the FUCK?" He didn't care that the child had likely...

"'Traitorous bitch', what in Oblivion are you talking about?" He backed up slowly, hefted Sevinil into his arms, and held the boy close. "Are we thinking of the same person?" Nethyn was clearly confused; there was no evidence to indicate he had any idea of what was happening. For a second he...

"I'll take care of it, don't worry." They had potatoes still, right? And as much as he hated chicken personally... well, he'd spent such a long time trying to muscle up the courage to gut it the other day, and it was still in the icebox... Yeah, for how much there was left, that would work. He'd...

Looking down at the floor, Nethyn considered her words a moment. "And just when I was getting used to manning the ship, so to speak." But in complete contrast to the disappointed implication of his own words, he glanced over in Naloru's direction with one corner of his mouth hitched up in a...

"Well. Sevinil is learning to speak, he made friends with a bird, my old student disappeared, Fienelef and I resurrected a dead Snow Elf, got my nose broken, a very good friend of mine is apparently in hiding from the Thalmor and that's why she couldn't be with me when Sev was born like she...

Tea sounded nice. In Naloru's absence he had learned to brew it himself; not that he didn't already know how, but it was nice to keep in practice. So Nethyn dismissed his atronach once the last body had been turned to ash, put out the fire, and headed back up the hill, waving toward Nal to come...

Nethyn was silent for a while as they walked, and took some time to think over a response. Really, what was there to be said? Alright, it had been less than a year, which was certainly something, but Sevinil had already learned to stand by the time they finally saw Nal again. He refrained from...

By instructing his son to sit by the door and not get in the way, Nethyn was able to ensure that he and the flame atronach could easily remove the unavoidable casualties of a poorly-timed break-in from the inn. He'd counted on the situation taking no more than an hour to properly move and...