Dutiron wouldn't be mad by the news that Chord had taken away the three children without asking, wouldn't be angry that they had decided to stay with Lyric instead of returning home. The reaction, the almost fond tone to his grandfather's voice and soft smile certainly hadn't been expected. It completely shocked Chord for a moment actually, a good cover for his continued silence or at least he had initially thought so anyway. Dutiron on the other hand saw right through it.
"No." He would begin taking a deep breath. He wouldn't try deliver this in any fancy manner, such description wasn't needed at all. A blunt delivery though would certainly hurt was far better than dragging it out and so the story teller's grandson would abandon anything he'd picked up from Dutiron now. "Arelahn... is gone." Perhaps that was putting it a little too simply. Had she left Ahlon? It could maybe be interpreted that way for the optimistic though Chord's hesitant delivery and sad manner surely underlined the truth in a way his words did not.
