"Thank you," Sora said, holding the warm tea in his hands and letting the scent drift up to his nose. He sipped it a little and closed his eyes briefly. It reminded him of his childhood. It was really good.
The Prince was so happy to hear that both his uncles were alive and well. It seems that he himself took the most injury of anyone. Sora leaned his head back and sighed. "Mother, Father, I am so sorry." More and more he was convinced that he had done something wrong that led to his almost death. That somewhere he had failed, whether it was during the fight or just not having the sense to stay out of it. "That I was injured near death, that I could not fulfill my duties to our people after our victory at the keep, that I had to leave Kairi to lead them back, and that I could not even walk in through the front door, and arrived home like this." Sora used his sleeve to wipe his eyes. In front of his Father, who led their entire country to freedom without injury at all, he felt like a failure. He barely survived his own battle, small in comparison.
Cloud made a noise that went pretty well with rolling his eyes. "Bored," he repeated. His son. Those two. Roxas and Hayner had been out on the field with tromping around without much regard for their poor cousin stuck in the keep. Sometimes Cloud was pretty sure that Roxas' hadn't quite outgrown many parts of his brattiness yet.
"Thank you," he told Riku. He was glad to hear such a report. At the kitchen, Cloud asked for a meal, delivered to his own room. He didn't know which Riku's was.
"Lead to your room," so that Cloud could figure out which one it was. "We can see if you need anything else. I find it unlikely you will see Sora tonight." Riku didn't really have anyone to advocate for him or help him out right now, and Cloud knew his wife was going to ask him if he looked out for Riku when she came back, knowing the boy would be caught in an awkward in-between position right now.