His tone earned him a glance, the beginning of a raised eyebrow. At his apology, Nali dipped her head in a slight nod, turning her attention back to her breakfast. "When I was born, there was already a Guardian in my generation – my older brother," she began casually enough, picking at her food. Everything looked delicious, but she was tired and the conversation was sparking a sense of anxiety. "My father had been delighted with his birth. Not so much, with mine. He thought it was a cruel trick, the gods making him split his time when his son deserved all his attention and training. My father is a traditional man – he does not put much stock in the training of women."
A wry smirk pulled at her lips. "He would still be happier to see me planning for babies rather than training for combat. My mother was my salvation – she does not believe that the gods make mistakes." Sliding from the bed she brushed imaginary crumbs from her robe. "It's a worthwhile view to take. Makes it easier to stomach things like this, the idea that there's some plan that the gods have... and easier to be pleasant through them, maybe."