Calvin nodded sagely. Ah yes, he'd certainly known that Beau was tired of Belailles since long before Calvin left his post, and that was weeks ago. He suspected that there was more to the move than what he was voicing aloud; that perhaps he'd hit a breaking point or, worse, that he'd been dismissed from his old home entirely (though Calvin doubted this option, considering how calm his aura appeared to be). "Well. I'm certainly glad to have you back, s-- Beau," he said, catching himself mid-habit. "I'm sure that many people are."
He shifted his weight slightly, embarrassed for the error that poked at such a recent wound. Beau didn't appear to still be upset with him, though it was possible that it was merely Clovennian politeness that kept him in check now. Though Calvin didn't see any particular strands of resentment in his aura that would indicate such anger. So, after a half a moment's silence he said, "I am glad you're here for this particular festival. I have often thought perhaps you would appreciate its particular beauty."