It was in his voice, in the way Tibby said those words. It was seen like looking in a mirror. Felixa did not want Tibby to go, and there was much she was willing to take for him, if it were only possible. But Lili was not the son, the only son and heir, and that was what concerned their father. And Tibby...that time with Fletcher had never been forgotten, not with who Fletcher was, not with how-
Felixa had not properly met Cerise, but that was most interesting. "It will not hurt," Felixa agreed immediately. Intriguing, Felixa knew it was too early to meet with her personally, but Tibby's seer had only gained her approval from what she knew, though she knew not enough to truly do so. "Tell me everything that happens, Tibby," Felixa spoke firmly, looking at him in a knowing way, "I need to know." She had to protect him. And she couldn't entirely from this, but if their father crossed the line, he would never get to again.