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Ulric nodded as Romulus spoke, telling him about his grandfather who had come from this part of the world and his intention to see where his family had come from and bring the name back here as well. He searched his memories for any solid connection or memory of the Armada family, but it was only the name that seemed to ring a bell somewhere in the mess that was his memories from his youngest years. "I'm sure my grandfather would have known him. I'm pretty sure his stories are where I remember the name from, but that was a long time ago. Maybe something about... one of his sisters being mates with an Armada woman? Or... Ah, I'm not sure. Perhaps if my mother was still around she could have reminded me... Unfortunately they're both no longer with me." A brief, sad smile cross his lips before he moved his mind away from the topic. He tried not to think about his lost family that often, instead focusing on the family that he had built for himself here, but occasionally he would think about his mother, father, grandfather, sister, nieces and nephews... So much lost to him and impossible to get back.

His daughter's sweet voice made his ears perk and disrupted his train of thought, pulling his silver gaze over to her. His expression visibly softened and a smile pulled across his lips at her thanks. "You're welcome, sweetheart," he replied in a quiet rumble. He wasn't entirely sure what exactly she was thanking him for - the meal, letting Romulus stay, both - but it didn't really matter. Any time he saw her sickness cause her problems or impair her in any way it was always such a relief to see her feeling a little better and her thanks always warmed his heart even though he would give her the entire world whether she showed that she was grateful for it or not. He gave Romulus another glance. Each time he looked at the boy his expression grew less harsh, slowly accepting the young man's presence despite the urge to protect his daughter. At least he seemed polite and he couldn't fault a boy that took such obvious pride in his family. He knew it wasn't Romulus in particular, he would be the same way with any boy that came around Lillith, but he couldn't make himself be any other way than this.

"Perhaps you should stay in the infirmary tonight, Lillith," he suggested gently, looking back to his daughter. He knew she'd probably want to go back to her room, but he had a thought that he thought she might like, even if it didn't fully sit well with him. "Then Gwynevere can continue to check on you for a while longer just to make sure you're recovering okay. And Romulus can stay in the infirmary too to keep you company." He gave the Armada man another warning glance, adding, "In a separate cot, of course. We can move one of the dividers and I'll get you both some furs to make them a little more comfortable."

Ulric Adravendi