"It is okay, I have an aunt who is the same. When she eats bread it causes her such trouble." Ingirun laughs her sympathy, after making sure Harrowheart doesn't need her help with sitting down, heads to the kitchen.

Now that Ingirun has left, he's been reminded about the concept of humour, and his cheeks have cooled a bit more, Viatorus slowly takes off the helmet and sets it down on the table. "It's heavy. I prefer my hat." Sitting down he smiles at Harrowheart, relaxing a little. "Thank you for that, by the way. A-And the tunic. They were really nice."