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Pausing a moment to use the back of her hands to scratch an itchy spot on her brow, she froze at the sound of his voice and took her sweet time setting the rag back in the bucket. Turning around, she laughed. "Yes, but you weren't here to do it and it was driving me crazy. You must be rubbing off on me." Getting up and brushing off her knees then walking over and giving him a kiss. "I'm glad you're home, Raven. We all missed you."

Evidenced by the running toddler who slipped and fell into his father's knees because of the slick stone. "Daddy!"

"That's alright. I'm actually kind of enjoying it." She was blaming the puffiness for that one. It was all it's fault. Though she didn't mean that quite like that either... Being an expectant mom was kind of hard. Dropping back down, she removed the rag from the bucket and began scrubbing once again. "Did you eat yet?"

Pick me up gesture along with hops up and sounds meant to attract attention. No, really. Where's my hug? "Daddy, you went bye bye. Bad."

She paused in her scrubbing, wondering if she should glance back at him. He wasn't hungry? What had he been eating? They weren't going back to his previous eating habits, were they? "Oh...well, I was just about to make lunch so if you change your mind..." Trailing off and then going back to scrubbing once more. He wasn't very enthusiastic to be home, was he?

"Kelli does. Daddy bad." His red eyes widened and he giggled. "Mommy said no 'cause Kelli ate soap."

She lifted a hand to say something but let it drop back down as he turned on his heel and left before she could get a word out. Yes, she did know how he was and that was what terrified her the most. Over the past month or two she'd seen a change in him, one for the better. He was a better husband, a more attentive lover and friend and she didn't want to see that disappear. She suddenly felt the desire to just sit there and cry.

Picking up her youngest, she cuddled him closely in her arms and buried her head in his hair, inhaling his little boy scent. Dirt, soap and cookies. All her sons seemed to smell that way. Her son sensed something was wrong and simply laid his head down on her shoulder, wrapping his arms around her neck. She needed to make lunch...

Putting him back in the playpen and making a platter of sandwiches, she pushed her feelings aside and set them on the table. Nadai would be walking in shortly and perhaps Sevilin would come down and eat as well. She just wasn't hungry.

He stirred only slightly when he was moved, his tired mind keeping him bogged down in reverie though he knew who it was and his entire countenance relaxed after being moved. Were he closer to full mental capacity, he actually would have woken up and probably been quite overjoyed.

She was rather surprised, but very pleased, when she was tugged against his side and willingly rested her head against his chest. Perhaps this was a very good sign? He did nothing more than hold her though she felt the telltale tightening of his grip when the door opened and Nadai's face appeared at the table. Was that the problem? She recalled his mention of Nadai earlier and began to slowly put a few pieces of the puzzle together. Maybe that accounted for his strange behavior and his sudden disappearance... "You should eat, Sevilin."

Vesendar...none of the four were overly impressed. in fact, they were cloaked in shadows and illusions to make themselves unnoticable. even thier footsteps were silent. they watched, they waited, while Gizdean 'procured room and board' probably by threatening to or actually assassinating the former residents.

Once in thier new base of operations, which was duly given the proper defensive measures by the wizardess and enchantress, while thier shadowknight companion went about setting up their religious needs with an altar and sacraficial table.

"Once were established, we'll start with interrogations. I'll leave that to you, Cerrilia."

the enchantress nodded, and decided to set about getting one room ready for such activities.

Reaching over he scratched at the ferret's fur, more or less squishing him to the table with the action but there were nothing but happies noises from Nym whom chittered and purred and even managed to roll himself over to get some of that scratching action for his tummy. And he couldn't help the light chuckle before his attention went back to the little elf who had discovered crust on his sandwich. "Don't like crust today? That's the best part." But he took the rest of the crust off the child's sandwich anyway, just because.

"Hey, when the world is weird around you, you have to pull double shift and keep up or it's going to leave you in the dust." Shaking his head lightly before giving a nod and a slight grin at her. "Sounds like a good deal. Jin is probably itching to get some running in and the like and Zyarkiel's knees are probably hurting him worse than he'd ever admit anyway. A break for all sounds good." Thusly on to finishing his sandwich and saying his goodbyes. Tension air needed to be cleared in that place.

He was still busy tending to his son and tried not to think about what was happening in the hall as his wife skittered off after Nadai and promptly came back. Which of course that ended up in him eating the crust on the boy's plate because honestly he was hungry and he had never liked to see food go to waste. "I suppose just for a long walk. Didn't have anyplace in mind really." Which was true, aimless wandering around for the sake to do so. Though he couldn't help but frown a little at his older son's nickname, letting the emotion fall off his face the next moment. "No, Zykariel wouldn't want to be distrubed." Ruffling the boy's hair and eating the last piece of crust on his plate.