[ He falls silent just long enough for her words to settle into his mind and the truth of what she says to sink in. And he knows full well that he tried his hardest to sway his father, possibly to the point that he became a nuisance. He certainly did not endear himself to him, if the way he was unceremoniously thrown into a cell for interrogation is any sort of example. But he has no desire to recall that nor to go into detail about it with her, as it is a very unpleasant memory. ]

Of course you are right, and I am merely being sentimental. Too sentimental, perhaps.

[ It still feels foolish to him, because he barely knew the man, and yet he still could not help but hope that one day, they might reach an understanding, and more importantly, that his father would see even an inkling of merit in what he said to him. ]

Well, for my part, so long as I have the capacity to do so, I will at least attempt not to trouble you or your sister more than is necessary. [ No one should have to go as long as they without a rest and a respite from their toils.

And, at that particular moment, an involuntary shiver creeps up his spine as a gust of wind blows over them both. He is used to Ishgard's climate, of course, but that does not mean he is invulnerable to feeling chilled at times. Still, he has no particular concern for himself, but he certainly does for her. ]

I suppose that would be the most straightforward of methods, yes, and I shall do so at the first opportunity. [ His mouth turns up into a smile at her words, and without even the slightest hesitation, he obliges by planting another kiss against her cheek. ]