That particular toast gave him pause, lingering with the glass clutched in his hand before he finally consented, raised it, and met hers with a clink. The question of Rictor Cassul's personal life was one he tended to skirt around, and it had even started tangling hopelessly with Aspel's lately.
"I went to see Fedoro just three days ago," Ric said haltingly, as if each word had to be shooed out of him. "With a friend. We stopped by to visit Arielle afterwards." Significant pause. Your Ari, he'd called her once, trying to nudge some nagging confirmation out of his reserved sister.