*nods, prompting sadly* And Atarincë, no? Surely you can see that? No, Tyelco is not much of a family man. I daresay he's a bit terrified of becoming what Fëanáro is to him.
*waits as the waitress drops off their drinks and then holds her teacup, warm, in both hands for a long minute* Parents...well, they sometimes have favorites. It isn't their fault, really—I can't believe any parent wishes to love one child more than another. More compassionate parents will simply deny it. *sips her tea thoughtfully* Perhaps that's an equal form of love, in a way.