Leon sat down next to his son and accepted a cup of tea from his wife.
"My tea?" Tifa asked with a little smile. "If you'd like, Sora." It was very fragrant, after all. She picked up her special tea pot and poured him a full cup and put it on the table. And then pushed the sugar and cream closer to him. Whatever he wanted.
"Your Uncle is well. He fought well," Leon said. "If there has been any question of his honor from his youth, he has surely wiped that stain from his honor."
"Cid has been working very hard," Tifa said, taking the seat on the other side of her son. Many of the young male servants who had remained had been sent to fight when the time called for it. "He will be glad when everyone comes back. Much of the castle has been ignored until our servants return." And they could hire more.
Riku's cheeks flushed hotly. Her nephew? He was still not accustomed too people being accepting of his relationship with Sora. "She is very well," Riku said. "Her niece has been her constant companion. They take walks together, read together, comfort each other in the rough conditions." Like the lack of sugar for their tea.
"The arrival of her son caused her great joy. The addition of troops came at a critical moment. Without young Lord Strife, we might have been lost. Not that So-His Majesty," was he going to have to get back into that habit here? "Did not lead us valiantly. Both young Lord Strife and his companion are well. Getting a little bored, I think, of being in the keep."