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"I knew it!" He said it almost accusingly and then shook his head and tugged his father over to the bed. "Sit down before you pass out. Why didn't she heal you all the way?" he demanded angrily as he began pacing. It didn't matter how angry she was at him, she should have taken care of his pain. If Zykariel was a healer, he'd have done it instead. "There's some kind of pain potion right there. She leaves it even though I insist I'm not in pain." Frankly he'd begun to believe that she was tending his father through him...if that made any sense at all. His father's offer of information was taken without delay. He had questions, a million of them and a limited time for answers. "Then what was it about? Why was my sister trying to kill me? Why didn't you tell me I had a sister? Does Mom know about her? Was that my aunt? Why was she trying to kill you? Why did they show up now? Wasn't Khaiver supposed to take care of things? And why didn't you say goodbye?" That probably hurt the most.

Broog was ignored as Zahara had been doing to all but her two sons for the past week. She didn't ask when he was going home and had grown comfortable to seeing the ogre around the house. She didn't know what he ate but the leftovers in the fridge were disappearing and she assumed Sevilin wasn't eating most of them.

Kelligrin saw Broog and released the pommel to wave at the ogre happily, despite what his mother had told him. She was facing front anyway and wouldn't even know. Unfortunately, like most things mothers say there was a reason, and the little boy found himself slipping off the saddle and meeting the ground before he could do a thing about it.

Lost in her own musings, she hadn't been paying attention and it was only the scream of the child and the crack of breaking bones that notified her that he'd even fallen. Chagrined, she dropped the tether and raced to her son's side, gathering him up into her arms. "Oh Kelli...I'm so sorry, baby." She hadn't been focusing...which had happened a lot lately. The toddler was screaming bloody murder and she was trying to calm him down and see how extensive the damage was but he was writhing and attempting to get away from her.

"That's not right. I'm going to have to say something to Mom." Shaking his head and then quieting as he got all of his answers in fairly quick succession. Which left him quite a bit to ponder on and attempt to understand. It was hard for him to reconcile the thought of Lyssie being able to command him and he recoiled at the thought of anything sexual with either of his sisters. Staring at his father all through the answers he was given, he began to pace once again, shaking his head and murmuring epithets under his breath. A newfound respect for his father was slowly coming to life and glimmering, a sort that hadn't even been around when he was a kid and adored the man whom he believed had created the Underdark itself.

"So you called them here to avert disaster before it could strike? And you intended on having a showdown with your oldest sister, my aunt." He remembered quite clearly how his father had reacted at the sight of another member of his family though it was his and mom's secret just who he was. Of course Zykariel never really knew for sure if Khaiver was his grandfather or not; that elf could have easily lied to him and had. "You wanted to obliterate the other side of your family..." He understood...to a point. It was hard to know that his father had killed twice in front of his eyes and even harder to know he'd killed his own flesh and blood. He just couldn't imagine doing it himself. "Dad...that letter wouldn't have been enough. Mom would have torn herself apart second guessing everything. You know she can't live without you."

He stiffened as his own bonds reacted and his father suddenly bled. "I don't know... Mom's had me chained to the bed all week. Let's go see." Desperate to get out of the room, he'd have seized any excuse at all.

Zahara was not in any mood to handle a squirming child. She'd been snapping at him more and more often lately and hating herself for doing it. Now was not the time to dwell on her own shortcomings as a mother, however, now was the time to make the little boy's pain go away. Glancing up at Keely in desperation, she handed over the child and began focusing.

Kelligrin kept crying and just nodded, moving his arm which only made him scream even more. "Owwieeee!"

Letting Keely keep him calm, at least for the moment, she rested her hands on his arm and felt out the damage. Two broken bones which wasn't anywhere near catastrophic. They were healed in short order and her son was left sniffling in the human's arms since he really didn't want much to do with her. She dropped her forehead on her knees and sighed. How could she have been so careless?

"Don't say anything to her. It will only make her angrier to know I was around you." Zykariel was her son right now and he was sure even skulking around the upstairs hallway would get him chased with a knife. But another sigh, "I wasn't so much as trying to divert danger as just...stopping the cycle. Marrkellyn is right about me in most of what she said...and that's never going to change unless something gave." A guilty look to his son though that was tinted with sorrow at the same time. "She's doing pretty fine without me now." Hell, he was pretty much dead to her right now, it was no secret.

His son was chomping at the bit though to get away from his room. "She's drag you by your ankles back up. If you want to get out of bed the trick is to be sitting calmly in it and greeting her with a smile when she comes in." Moving to get up before it seemed Broog was in his house and curious. At least he had answers. "That's a relief I suppose." Frowning back before a point. "You will not tell Malik a single word of this. Or I'll kill you myself." Did not need that at all...and Malik didn't need that worry either. "It's not that simple Broog, she's upset because Zykariel got hurt...who won or lost never matters to a mother." Turning a look to his son. "You can temp your mother with leaving your room or not, but she's not going to let me near Kelligrin either."

Keely pulled the baby into a cuddly hug as he was healed, looking to soothe him. Little elves and the healing magics did amuse her so...they didn't mind too long after. But a look to Zahara and she sighed. "He's alright, little ones have accidents like this all the time. Whether their mothers are watching or not." she didn't really know what to do with Zahara lately...though she knew better than to offer opinion on the situation.

"Broog won't have to say anything. da Master will know. he always knows."

giving a nod to that.

"He will know that Zahara is not pleased with Sevilin. he will seek why. and he will find why. then da Master will be mad. But master won't be mad for long. master hates the black elves that are not of the House too. But if yous wants to make the master not seek whys, then yous and Zaharas needs to make guds and give kisses like the master and da mistress do. Broog stay quiets either ways."

"Keely! You wonderfully mesmerizing woman!" Bounding off the bed, he lifted the human girl, who had been his childhood playmate and first love, into his arms brother and all, twirled her around and plopped a delighted kiss on her lips. "Thank you!" He was so thrilled to be freed, it didn't matter for what. Handing his father a piece of linen to wipe his nose, he took off like a shot.

Kelligrin wasn't about to be outdone and he too gave Keely a noisy, and likely slobbery, kiss. "Kelli help too!"

Zahara was enjoying the peace and quiet afforded to her now that she was alone. However, her thoughts liked to intrude and tell her what a b***h she was. She was so conflicted she just didn't know what to do and not much was helping the situation either. Lately, she'd been catching herself buried in thoughts of her husband and the past and not paying attention to what she was doing. Kelligrin's fall had only been the most recent in a series of almost accidents, some of which could easily have been fatal. She'd zoned out while mixing potions and could have poisoned her son, while starting a fire and nearly burned the house down, while making dinner and nearly burned and sliced off her hand, while in the tub and nearly drowned, and now while her son was riding a dangerous animal and he'd ended up with a broken arm. She didn't even want to think about what would happen if Faete had stepped on his chest.

She blinked at the happiness the boy practically dripped and only blinked a moment before a motherly smile of sorts as he ran distributed kisses, hugs, and the like before he was off like a shot. “I take it he’s tired of being in his room?” Which meant Zahara would probably break Keely’s nose for him being out when she came back. But it was obvious that the boy was well again. Another snuggled for Kelli though, “Of course. I’ll make main and you boys can help however else.” Heading back down and depositing Kelli in his highchair she rummaged through the ice box for something they could all eat…she settled on some meaty looking stew thing that would satisfy everyone’s wants. Heating it up on the stove she distributed everyone some in bowl’s, save for Broog who got the whole pot and what was left in it. “Well I’m glad to know that you boys are up and about. It’s very very weird seeing you otherwise.” Trying to make polite conversation because she had never been one for silence.

Taking the linen he held it to his nose, just hoping that it would stop fairly quickly. He didn’t have the energy to deal with it…he spent all of that walking around the place. Wasn’t happy as Broog more or less carried him downstairs but he knew it was all a part of good intentions and frankly at this point he was glad to get some sore of sympathy about how he was feeling and he didn’t care from whom. Plopped at the table though he merely stared at his food some and felt his stomach already protesting. “Weird is an understatement of thing Keely.”

Zykariel seemed excited despite everything. He was eager to even tell the story as if it was something he had heard growing up and it involved all his heroes and idols. “Well…I’ll say something to her if you want Zykariel. Gentle nudging has always been my specialty and I can at elast try to make her understand that you’re okay to be out of bed. How’s that sound?” Optimistic for the boy and getting her own food though she was watching Sevilin more or less play in his. "There's always something you can do about everything Zykariel."

Playing in his food indeed, but his attention turned to his noisy youngest as he banged spoons and then babbling words that could very well break his father's heart. Great...now Kelligrin had thoughts that were better not in his head in the first place because Zahara hadn't let him near the baby either. "You mother...is just doing what she thinks best." Reaching over and plucking the baby from his highchair, settling him on his knee with a smile, pressing a kiss to his hair. "Of course I love you. I'm just not...well enough to spend a lot of time around you." And shame on him for excusing his wife's behavior.