Manning Thorsen believes in (othala) wrote in repose,
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Years and age had taught him to keep a better grip on his emotions. He still felt them, still felt everything, but they were better controlled than in control of him. When they were, it was to no one's benefit and more than a few detrimental experiences were had from it.
Her frowned as she ignored his outstretched hand, knowing something was up, something that normally wasn't. Iris wasn't given to anger, hers did not erupt across the sky and pierce the air with a shriek. But angry she was, with her hands balling into fists.
And then came two words that he hadn't thought about in centuries. Amelia, yes, she'd been his daughter and he had loved her as he loved all of his children, from the very first (Sigur, with hair as fine as down, and eyes green as moss) to the girls currently inside their home. But her husband -- Manning had forgotten him when Amelia had remarried a poorer man, but richer in love.
But had that -- there was only one way for Iris to know about him, and he hissed through his teeth. "What of him?"