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Vel smiled and bowed her head, and when Torvil sat she concluded.

"Well, that is good then, a man should care for his woman, and he seems to be doing that..."

Torvil blinked and looked between Vel and Morgana.

"I miss something?" He asked, placing the bowl down.

Torvil chuckled, "Hah, me, perfect! Hardly..." Reaching into the bowl he used one of the greens as a 'glove' to pick up the still steaming piece of meat, then taking a bit of the tuber he made a small sort of wrap with the green. Then he placed said morsel in his mouth and chewed.

"Mmmm... I forgot how good food here was..." He said after he had finished the bite.

Vel chuckled and shook her head at Torvil, "Always were a modest boy, though, sadly, we never gave you much reason not to be, I know the clan has apologized to you already Torvil, about what happened during our backwards moment, but allow me to offer my..."

Torvil had raised his hand at that moment, and lifting his head he looked his aunt in the eyes. "Aunt Vel, the past is over and done with, my father repented, the backwards times are past, the war is over and we won, it doesn't matter what happened then, only now and what will be, so please, I am your nephew by your sister's womb, please, I ask of you as my mother's sister, to forget all that transpired then," Bowing his head Torvil held his right hand in a fist into his left palm, and bowed his head.

Vel nodded solemnly and repeated the motion Torvil had done. "As you ask nephew, so shall it be done," She smiled and reached out, taking his hand. "Not many would be so easy to forgive,"

Torvil shrugged. "What's done is done, I'm not saint Aunt Vel, I deserved part of what happened I know that now," Looking to Morgana he smiled. "Fate has decided to give me another chance, and I plan to do it right this time..."

"Your father would be proud," Vel said with a smile. "Will you see him and your mother?"

"Tomorrow, if I remember correctly the trip there is still a long walk yes?"

"They cleared the path out a little bit, but it still takes half the day there and back, bring a pallet and blanket, you know it is open to all," Vel bowed her head.

Torvil nodded, and went back to eating, casting glances at Morgana as he did so, hoping that the conversation hadn't spooked her at all, he didn't know how much of his past he'd been clear about, because he usually blanked out a lot of when he talked about it, it was not his favorite conversation piece.

Torvil didn't notice Morgana's brow because he'd gone back to eating, lost for the moment in thought. Shaking his head slowly he chuckled, "Yes, that is true," Rolling his shoulders he looked back at his aunt. "Has everything been worked out yet? I know he didn't really set it up all that well to begin with, and with me and him coming back together the way we did, I know it irriated some, and might have caused issues..."

"No, no, well, a few minor ones but your father made it quite clear what went where... Would you like what he left to you moved to your room?" Vel asked, looking over at her husband for a moment. "I'll have Tok and the boys bring it over tonight before they bed down,"

"That would be wonderful, it will give me time to sort through it before I bed down myself," Looking at Morgana he chuckled. "Of course, Morgana will need a second pallet... I don't think my own will fit the both of us,"

"I'll have Tok and the boys bring some over," Vel smiled and then turned to Morgana. "So, Morgana, tell me, how is my nephew treating you? Well I would hope,"

Torvil smiled and squeezed her hand in his before chuckling, "It's easy to love someone as sweet as you," he replied, though, come to think of it, she had shown him what it meant to love unconditionally, he knew her past was as sordid as his, and he thought that, in a way, it made them a good match, because they knew each other's pain, they knew what it felt like to be outcast, different from the others, and it made them both stronger.

Yes, she would be a fine mother.

Torvil chuckled as she moved to hide her blush and went about eating his meal, when he finished he placed his bowl aside and smiled at his aunt and uncle, "So I take it things are going well?"

"As well as they can be," Tok said, breaking the silence he'd held finally. His voice was somewhat harsh, but it had a soft undertone, like the harshness was perhaps from too much talking. "Hunting is good this season, as you can tell, and we've seen no other incusion as of late, so all is well on that front. We're going to start building a road soon, the Elders have decided it's time for us to open trade."

Torvil nodded his head, "That's good, I think it will do the cliffs more good than ill," He smiled at his uncle and rolled his shoulders a little. "Any other news I need to know about?"

"Nothing much really, same old, same... Your cousin is chasing that girl again, hopefully this time her father will see reason... I will probably have to have a talk with him, you know how fathers are with their first daughter," Laughing a bit he shook his head slowly. "But it will end well either way."

Torvil could read the confusion and frustration on Morgana's face clear as day, so he decided he might as well clarify.

"In my culture, in order to marry, the man must first woo the girl, then convince her and her father that he is a good match, if the father denies him, he cannot pursue any romantic relationship with the girl for a year and a day, if he is denied three times, he can never pursue a romantic relationship with that girl ever again... If a girl really likes a boy, she will usually talk her father into accepting, even if he doesn't like him... But there have been... unfortunate incidents where this has not been the case... But tradition and protocol are very important here."

Torvil frowned and touched Morgana's shoulder gently. "Morgana are you alright?" He felt a pang of worry constrict his chest, because he did not understand her reaction at all.

Of course she didn't know that he wasn't a strict follower of tradition, though she could probably have guessed it. Also, he didn't consider that he needed to follow tradition in this case, as he had not ever before, since all of his wives had been foreign, it really didn't matter for him.