They seemed to be making a lot of apologies to each other since arriving in Aifaran. As incredibly invasive as breaking into his apartment was, Devin could recognize that it had been done with approximately good intentions. It did not improve his mood much, but that could be blamed as much on the situation as anything else.

Luthien wriggled in Devin's arms and he let her go to the floor. The inan scurried after the ball and nearly somersaulted over it, evidently unaware of the tension in the room. Her antics drew fondness from him that he did not make visible to Valdis, but he knew she would feel regardless.

"That is not usually how apologies work," he complained pointlessly, and sighed. Devin crossed to the bookcase, skirting around the inan who was thoroughly engrossed in attacking the ball, and opened one of the bottles. "Care for a drink, since you've invited yourself in?"