Sorta.
Maybe.
She cleared her throat after her words of encouragement, as if trying to bury them down and go back to her Normal Face, one which usually consisted of a flat line for a mouth and a vaguely unamused eyebrow quirk. The bow was accepted, and expected, in this mode, and she lightly nodded her head back to him in a courtly manner of acknowledgement.
Good, he was going to leave with the children. She didn't like children. It would be good to have them leave, as strange of children as they were -- children of a naiad and a land pae'il who fancied herself a goddess, she would have to wonder what that would cause them to be like. To hear him actually mention taking them to his grandparents anyway was perhaps an even better thing. Snorri and Vera would probably like to meet the grandchildren--especially Vera--and perhaps they could help Hjortur in his obvious struggle to even keep track of where his damn children even were in the first--
Aeroniel.
She bit down on her lip to cut off her agitated thoughts, instead looking down at the little boy who swam up to her. He was grinning.
Uh.
Aeroniel patted the little boy on the head. "Sure."
She wasn't very good at kids.
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