Ashlynn wasted no time in ringing the bell on the table once Loman had returned to his seat. Already, she was beginning to lose hope that the man she'd once looked at as a future member of her own family could find any place in the new family she was building.
Perhaps, given a few years of peace in the Vale of Mists, he could recover enough from his wounds to join her in building a new world for all of their people, but at the moment, she had little faith that he could learn enough tonight to be any kind of help when she started the painful process of melding Lothian March with the Vale of Mists.
"I hope everyone enjoys the next course," Georg said, unconsciously clasping his hands to prevent himself from fidgeting as the servants circled around the table, delicately setting two dishes in front of each diner as if the plates and cups held treasures worth more than their family homes.
