[She was conflicted. He was conflicted. Soryk didn't even know how he was managing this. Being friendly had never particularly been his cup of tea, but he had no reason to hold anything against Vianca. He never had, actually. If anything, he could only appreciate her studious nature.

If he was ever going to have a daughter, he hoped she would be akin to Vianca.]

Candypop buds. [Sounded bright and cheerful. Nothing like him. How oddly fitting.] Then I will keep them here and anytime you wish to see them, you are welcome to. We can care for them together, if it pleases you.