“Odin,” Aether steps to the front of the group a bright smile on her face. “It's nice to see you again nephew.”
I feel Oryns tense muscles relax the corners of his lips pulling upwards in a small grin. “Aunt Aether it's been too long.”
“The halls of New Altana were not the same with you gone. I’m glad to see that you’ve returned, although I hate to meet again under such circumstances.” Her hazel gaze flickered to the old man then back to Oryn. Some emotion flashed in her eyes and she added, “We can postpone the meeting until we have time to look over your wounds. I’m sure the Skald can wait.”
“They’re not that serious,” he said flexing his fingers “besides I’m done waiting.”
She nods and then glances back to Atlas. His eyes slide away from us and back to the group.
