David nodded. "If they want to," he said, "although it will be a tight fit with three extra people. Perhaps they could stay here tonight, take a breath before introducing anyone else." He leaned against Patrick, silently thanking him for the support. This... hadn't gone as expected. Hadn't been expected. He remembered how difficult things had been for Bridget at first, how she'd needed support and love to adjust. Well, support and love he could do.
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Iestyn shook his head and scrubbed his hands across his face. "I just don't know what to think. This is all so- this is a lot. Like, gods are real? and walk among us like regular people? That's just- I can't. I just can't. I mean. What the actual fuck. And our father is a literal saint. But at least..." He sighed and reached out to Aderyn to rub her shoulders. "At least we know Ma was alright. She wasn't hurting so bad she was imagining things. And we know Da loved her."