He had seen the change in her in the months since she’d come back, of course. (He’d be surprised if half of Irvingly hadn’t, to be frank. It had not been especially subtle.) But he had not contemplated this turn of events properly in a very long time, if ever, and it was a lot to process.
That said, the last time he’d considered the looming idea of his daughter getting married, it had been to that bloody healer. So he had shut that down in his own mind fairly quickly, and even now was relieved that Eavan had eventually come to the same conclusion without anyone else having to interfere.
So this was undeniably an improvement, but... it was a lot to process all the same, and it was suddenly improbably real. Seemed odd that he should feel so nervous about it - possibly more nervous than he had before his own wedding. Why? He didn’t know. She wasn’t even going far. Practically down the lane!
“Right now?” He countered, leaning in the doorway and snorting. “I think a slight breeze might be enough to bowl me over.” He folded his arms as though he was joking, but the sight of her packed suitcase was almost enough to invite a lump in his throat, so maybe he was a little emotionally fragile. “How’re you holding up?”
That said, the last time he’d considered the looming idea of his daughter getting married, it had been to that bloody healer. So he had shut that down in his own mind fairly quickly, and even now was relieved that Eavan had eventually come to the same conclusion without anyone else having to interfere.
So this was undeniably an improvement, but... it was a lot to process all the same, and it was suddenly improbably real. Seemed odd that he should feel so nervous about it - possibly more nervous than he had before his own wedding. Why? He didn’t know. She wasn’t even going far. Practically down the lane!
“Right now?” He countered, leaning in the doorway and snorting. “I think a slight breeze might be enough to bowl me over.” He folded his arms as though he was joking, but the sight of her packed suitcase was almost enough to invite a lump in his throat, so maybe he was a little emotionally fragile. “How’re you holding up?”
