no, seriously, don't get the shotgun

After their conversation with Artorias, Ulric had begun preparing everything for their departure, though he still hadn't figured out how to tell his children. He knew he would have to since he refused to disappear from their lives the way Azariah had, but it was going to be hard. He didn't worry too much about Ezra. His son had always been the most independent of them. He was less worried about Lillith now that she had Romulus as a constant at her side, but Jane still hadn't matured the way he would have hoped and Emile... Emile was still a mystery to him. Those two he still worried about a good bit, but they were two years old now. He had to let go of the reins and let them do what they wanted with their lives at some point. When he was their age he had already spent several years as his mother's primary caretaker. As long as they stayed here in The Hallows he knew they would at least have access to plenty of food and shelter. The rest was up to them now.

Eska had gotten up early and had gone out in search of something to carry some necessary supplies in for their travels which left him alone in their room for the time being. He had begun going through some of the stuff that had accumulated in the room over the time that he had spent here, sorting through what they'd take with them and what needed to be given away or disposed of, when he heard a knock at the door. He lifted his head with surprise and listened to Lillith's voice calling from the other side. He smiled a little and went over to open it for her, his smile widening when he saw his daughter. "Lillith, come in," he said as he stood aside for her to join him, walking over to the fur that was spread on the floor in front of the fire place before he turned to face her again and settled onto his haunches. He gave her a curious tilt of his head, asking, "What is it, darling?"

"Speech"