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Elliot gave the other a loose hug, just gently holding him. "You're welcome." He murmured, resting his cheek on his head. Was Leo happy? Was he sad? The prince knew the other was pleased beyond words, but the hug ended and he continued walking down the stairs. The unfinished word caught his ears and he hid his smile, looking at the other. "You have done enough, but I keep on doing favors and you keep on repaying me for those favors, so I do more favors." he chuckled "It's a trend, perhaps we should just stop everything to prevent further debt?" A joke, they both would continue to repay debts indirectly. "and you are not mine, you are my friend, there is a difference. Shall I help you with dinner or wake Nix up?"

Elliot smiled, glad the other giggled at his excuse for a joke. "The closest I've gotten to food is actually eating it. I've never even seen my meals prepared let alone try to prepare it." he's never had to, he was a prince. Manual labor didn't exist despite being built for it, commoners did that sort of thing. But as Leo agreed to Elliot waking up Nix he nodded, "All right, it shouldn't take long to wake her up. If she's anything like Emily it might, though." Emily hated mornings, probably why she was always quiet so early in the morning.

Walking back through the house he quickly found Nix, though it would be a shame to wake her up, she looked pretty happy in her sleep. Her brother being home might have been the cause of that. "Miss Nix." Elliot said, walking closer to the bed though enough to not surprise her. "Miss Nix, it is morning." He gently shook her, curious. Was she a deep sleeper like Emily?

Elliot wasn't surprised at the nearly closed eyes, sleep still on them and her hair looking no different then a bird's nest. "Well good morning." he said with a laugh, doing his best to smooth out her hair as she started to focus on her surroundings. "Your brother is downstairs cooking brunch. Are you hungry?" And stepped away as she got out of bed. She didn't look quite awake, and that was proved as she started to lean on him and slide down, prince catching her before she fell. "All right then, you're lighter then my sisters." he said as he hoisted her into his arms and walked out. No different then a child, that was good. Now what to do with her.

"Let's hope the smell of food wakes you up." He said, walking back into the kitchen, adjusting the small child in his arms. It was natural for Elliot and he looked comfortable with it.

"Well I believe Nix is really the more adorable of the two." He commented, unsure what to do as Leo started to move around. What was he looking for? The Falian actually left the room, the lynx standing awkwardly in the kitchen and looking at the food. Would it burn just sitting there? "Le-oh." And he was back again with art supplies. That was right, the male was good at the fine-arts, but was this a picturesque moment? He was just holding a sleeping Nix.

"That's fine, you may do whatever you wish. I've no complaints." And smiled before looking down at the girl once she started to mumble. "Your sketches are nice enough, if you wish to paint it you may. Oh, your sister is a touchy sleeper." he said, ears twitching and flinching before relaxing again. Having them touched was foreign, such things stopped past childhood. The triangles appendages flicked forward, Elliot lowering his head and lifting Nix higher so she could continue to stroke and pet them. "Have you ever thought of having a painting done of you and Nix? I think that would be cute."

"Perhaps it is something you should look into then." He said, not commenting more then that. He knew of good artists in Nalenyr, but if Falia he had little knowledge, and being unsure where Leo decided to stay he wasn't going to comment. Watching Leo wake his sister Elliot couldn't help but chuckle. "Now I know how to wake up my sisters. Is it that unpleasant or just surprising?" And smiled at Nix before looking at Leo, ready to question the odd waker-upper when the smaller princess spoke.

She wanted to sit on his lap and eat? Elliot hardly let his own sisters do that. "I'd really prefer you did-" Leo cut in rather quickly, taking his sister and setting her down. "It's better that way, you don't have to worry about me dripping food on you." An excuse he used on his own sister's when he stopped letting them sit on his lap at breakfast. He sat down, looking at the food before to Leo. "Thank you very much for cooking breakfast. Can I just eat or do I wait for you to eat?" It wasn't his home, and despite Leo normally eating after Elliot ate, Elliot wasn't sure whether to eat first or not.

Oh, there was a new thought. He never asked so many stupid questions in his life. "This is what it must feel like being Ipo."

"Extra nerves, huh?' Elliot said, disregarding Nix's comment as well. He shouldn't have, but it was better then responding with 'I have family back home' because as far as he was concerned Leo was his family as well. "Well the Kaspian Medical Dictorinary say majority of human nerves are in the back as well, the spine to be specific. They're just encased in bone." He wondered if their studies were humane sometimes to discover so much. "That's interesting," and wrapping the meat around the fruit he ate. "I just rip the blankets of my sisters' beds and pick them up. I have to pick up Emily. I hope her and Annabelle settled their argument." Annabelle's hair would no doubt be longer when they got back.

"Well she does just to avoid the hassle of the other two." Elliot explained. "Emily plans her mornings the night before and lays everything out, so while I help Annabelle decide clothes and wrestle Martha into something slightly feminine Emily is already ready because she prepared ahead of time. It's an admirable trait, but once I finish with the other two she's back asleep in bed fully dressed." He sighed, rolling the fruit around the plate. "This is partially why the nanny helps them. God help the poor soul that has to deal with them for nearly a month. I lvoe my sisters but they really are a handful, and they're nine now. I remember when they were just born. Pretty soon they'll be able to marry." He gave a small whine at the thought, eating more of his food.

"I worry who will marry first out of the three, they're all so different. I feel like Martha will marry a lesser man or someone as strong as her, Annabelle will be a rather bossy wife and Emily will just be happy. But I suppose I'm putting too much thought into this. They did only just turn nine. But they're going to start wearing heels in three years." He was rambling, but he cared very much for the triplets, worrying over them in a way their father should be doing.

And speaking of heels, though they wore their childish ones at the moment, would they try wearing young adult ones for their party? Doubtful, they still had small feet. How was the party planning anyway? Was it coming along smoothly? Who was in charge? What about the food? "If I wasn't already born with white hair." He sighed, finishing what was left on his plate.