Artan heard the door open and stopped pacing, steeling himself for something he never thought would happen. He smiled up at Miniver first, then looked down at his little sister.
And Michelle looked up at Artan with huge, worried eyes, not sure what she'd see at first, but then found that hey, 31 looked okay on him. "You're an old grandpa man now," she teased, the tone of voice immediately familiar, and familial.
"Shut up and thank Miniver, he did a good thing tonight," Artan said, wrapping his arms around Michelle in a tight bear hug, looking up at the poet with a grin. "She'll spend the night here." It was mostly because he knew she had nowhere else to go that he said it in that tone, but also because he wouldn't be letting her out of his sight until Petit came home. "Thanks, scruffy," he murmured.