"Don't," he warned her, seeing those perfectly manicured fingers twitch toward the bucket of brushes. Parvait had an annoying habit of throwing things at him when she was upset. Her temper trantrums could certainly be a bit on the violent side, and those brushes would hurt.
"You were gone for two months. I don't think that constitutes as a visit anymore, Parvati." He slid into his jacket, slightly worn with use. "You were happier there, less... anxious." After everything that had happened, he could accept that she wanted to stay there, with her parents who obviously made her feel more secure than he did.