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The image of Jurt gives you a winning grin. "Baby baby."
To the image of Jurt, Yosannah swipes a loose strand of hair from her eyes and tucks it behind her ear. "Hey." She fidgets awkwardly.
The image of Jurt acts like he can peek around the image to see the rest of you. "So, uh, ready? I don't think Despil expects me to show to this dinner. I told him off about not showing to the tournament. So I'm gonna pop in, surprise people."
To the image of Jurt, Yosannah intones, "Are you sure? I mean, if no one expects you to be there, I don't mind going someplace else." She offers a meek but encouraging smile, slightly crooked.
The image of Jurt waves a hand. "Stop messing around. Come on." He reaches that same forward for yours, expecting.
To the image of Jurt, Yosannah exhales, cheeks billowing. Resigned, she clasps his hand...
Jurt's Byway in Sawall...
Jurt looks you over.
At first glance this woman is of average build and height and seemingly in her late twenties or early thirties. Her eyes are almond green and her hair is smoothed auburn and twisted and clasped at the back of her head. Dressed for the evening, she dons a simple black, strapless, evening gown that is slit at the left side to her thigh. A silver ring adorns her left ring finger, her nails are freshly painted in a deep shade of wine and a pair of silver earrings dangle at her lobes. Clasped around her right wrist is a delicate, braided band that twines about an opaque stone of white.
Jurt wolf whistles.
Yosannah averts her gaze for a moment, down and to the right, light smirk playing on her lips, "Stop." And then, as if an afterthought, "I like this look on you." She lifts her chin, indicating his attire.
Jurt looks at himself, puffing up slightly. "Yeah some Chaosian chick put it together for me. Good huh. Yeah."
Yosannah withdraws her hand from his and nods, agreeable, "Yeah." She appears sincere enough. "Though I hardly doubt she'd appreciate being referred to as a /chick/."
Jurt disagrees, "I actually I think that was her name." He starts to turn for the exit, then changes his mind, again reaching for you. "Lets just hop to the dining room."
Yosannah tugs at her lower lip with her teeth, nodding, "Alright. I tend to get lost in these ways as it is." Her hand slides thankfully into his.
The Sawall Hall...
Jurt appears on the flat ground for a change, leaving tabletops untouched. He has Yosannah in hand.
Emily is sitting on a chair turned out form the table, chatting casually with Despil.
Jurt boldly demands, "Where's the meat!"
Yosannah winces at the outburst though her fingers remain twined with Jurt's.
Emily turns at this herald of Jurt's arrival, smiles at Yosannah, and opens her mouth to answer, then shuts it, stiffling a giggle.
Despil smiles and says, "Jurt. Welcome. Yosannah, what a delight to see you."
Emily waves her fingers. "Hi," she greets both.
Yosannah brightens at the sight of the pair. "Emily, hello. And Despil, congratulations are in order I hear."
Despil smiles to Yosannah, "Thank you."
Jurt nods haphazardly at Emily, then Despil, eyes searching elsewhere. "So where is everyone? Is this a family dinner or an ambush?"
Despil says, "So far, we're it. What's everyone drinking?"
Jurt answers, reaching his empty hand forward. "We're drinkin' drinks. And I'm a walking keg."
With a small shower of light, Jurt quickly has a can of cheap beer in hand.
Yosannah's gaze goes sidelong at Jurt for a moment. She withdraws her fingers from his and asks of Despil, "Wine. Reisling if you have it."
Despil looks to a servant demon and says, "I'll have a manhattan, as well." He looks to Emily, "Em?"
Jurt gestures toward a chair with his foot, asking Yosannah, "Wanna sit?" Skillfully, he cracks open the can with one hand.
Emily says, "Oh, um. Wine sounds good."
The servant bows and withdraws, coming back shortly with two glasses of Reisling and Despil's usual manhattan.
Yosannah smiles at Emily's choice. To Jurt she drawls, "Such a gentleman." Whether or not she is serious is debatable though she moves to a chair.
Despil takes a seat himself.
Jurt as well, commenting, "Nobody has heard from Merle? Or Mandor?"
Emily shakes her head. "I was hoping we'd have a crowd tonight."
Despil says "Mandor sent his regrets. He's off somewhere. I hadn't heard from Merle."
Emily points out, "But usually we're not all on time, anyway."
Despil says "Dwight was planning on coming, but he's under the weather."
Jurt sniffs, mock-offended. "I'm always on time."
Emily smiles into her glass. "Sometimes, Jurt's even early."
Despil says "You're the guest of honor, too."
Emily blinks. "He is? Oh crap!" She puts down her wine glass. "He is."
Yosannah pauses before sitting. She seems to be digesting the information. Her fingers clutch at the back of her chair, work once or twice, then relax. With a silent exhale, she sits.
Despil says, "Jurt has doing good things. Recently, he ran the Sawall Tournament, which went off well."
Emily nods, emphatically. "It did. Except for the part where Santiago's head is like even bigger than it was before."
Yosannah chuckles, a single short exhileration of breath.
Despil laughs. "How can you tell?"
Jurt blinks too. "That's right, I /am/." He elbows Yosannah a little roughly. "Uh, uh."
Despil says "Also, in his capacity as Royal Chevalier, he has a new task from the Crown. He is going to be leading a new order of Royal Knights."
Emily smiles a little wickedly, "It's not easy to tell, but he used to at least fit through doorways with it."
Yosannah winces as she is nudged. Looking up at Jurt she blurts, "Absolutely."
Despil raises his glass and says, "So I propose a toast, to my dearest brother, whom I have always been proud of. Well done, Jurt."
Jurt misses most of the Santiago conversation. "Aww, Despil. Mr. Know it all. I was gonna say that." He pauses at that, as if momentarily skeptical ... one heartbeat, two ... and then a grin wins over, teeth white and shinning.
Emily raises her drink, "I'm telling your other brothers you said that," she jokes. "But yeah, to Jurt."
Despil repeats, "To Jurt" and then drinks about half his drink.
Jurt lifts his can of beer in toast. "Thank you, thank you." He drinks half his can also. "I would like to thank three people. Me, myself, and mini-me, who regretfully could not attend this dinner on account of mind numbing hangover."
Yosannah lifts her wine glass a little half-heartedly. She slides her gaze in Despil's direction.
Despil laughs and nods. "Poor him." He looks over to Yosannah.
Emily rolls her eyes a little, and drinks her wine.
Yosannah seems dubious about the entire affair. Her brow raises when she catches Despil's gaze and her glass is lifted to her lips.
Jurt is a little oblivious. "Personally, between the four of us, I have no idea what the crown is thinking. I swing a sword like a bat, and my only shield is occasion body odor. But I /do/ look good in armor!"
Despil smiles to Jurt and says, "They recognize your talents."
Yosannah mutters, "They're hard to miss." She smiles coyly and peers into her wineglass.
Jurt concurs, "They recognize my ability to kick some serious ass, as anyone should after all these writhings."
Despil drinks some more.
Yosannah inquires, "Writhings? What are you talking about?"
Jurt eyes Yosannah. "You know, a writhing. A /year/, in your Earthling terms."
Yosannah sets her glass atop the table and lets her shoulders slump. "That is what that means?" And, under her breath, "Who knew... huh."
Emily amends, "Sort of a year." She points out, "Time's a tricky thing. Different houses use it differently."
Despil drinks some more.
Yosannah frowns in Jurt's direction, "Well, then I can hardly have been expected to know that."
Jurt waves a hand. "Man, I've been calling it a writhing since Swayville could drink me under the table. And trust me, that is a loooong time ago."
Emily looks doubtful. "You used to drink with King Swayvil"
Yosannah opens her mouth to retort, seemingly thinks better of it, shrugs and collects her wine glass.
Despil grins and leans back.
Jurt snorts. "Of course I did. I was young at the time, but you know he wasn't like these stick-ass monarchs we tend to have now. When the day was done and decisions made, he had no problems heading down to a bar and getting shit-faced. Forgetting his troubles."
Emily glances at Despil, then back at Jurt. "Uh huh," she finally says. She ventures, "Weren't you like two when he died?"
Despil shakes his head. "We were all young men."
Emily reflects, "Oh yeah! Hey," she gesture at Jurt with her drink, "You were trying to be king." She nods, "Uncle Mandor told me, I'd forgotten."
Yosannah rises as with a smile as Emily questions Jurt. She offers Despil a short, knowing glance and, with wineglass in hand, ventures to the fireplace.
Jurt's good mood hits a speedbump as he's reminded. His jaw works, and he shrugs. "I wasn't trying, really. Everyone was focused on Merlin. I was just around."
Emily adds, "Grandmother Dara said the logrus ran around talking to people back then."
Despil nods and says, "Jurt won. Merle got stuck with the hot seat."
Jurt huffs. "Pssh. So they say."
Emily fails to stiffle a soft giggle. She wonders, "Do we get to start eating soon?"
Despil looks over to a servant and says, "You may start with dinner now. There's other family news as well. I trust everyone knows that Emily and Jean were finally married. It was a marvelous wedding, and I know that I didn't drink so much that I forgot about it."
Emily smiles a little. "Well, Jurt was there... he just missed the reception."
Yosannah lingers near the fireplace, attention squarely on Jurt as he huffs. Despite is change in mood, she smiles.
Emily informs Jurt reasonably, "I figured I should have assigned someone to make sure you found the party."
Jurt looks genuinely disappointed, apologizing to Emily, "You know I just stepped out of the Courts for a minute, and I swear that time flew over my head like a joke at a King. I popped back into the Courts just in time to interrupt a following ceremony, and the reception was well over."
Emily assures Jurt, "It's no problem. We were sorry you didn't get to hang out. It was a blast."
The servants produce the first course. Salad: Heart of romaine, croutons, and shaved aged Jack cheese with roast garlic pink peppered corn anchovy Caesar dressing.
Emily turns her chair around so that she faces the table properly.
Yosannah offers, "No doubt it was a lovely ceremony." As the servants arrive she returns to the table and sits quietly beside Jurt.
Despil says, "The last bit of news I have is that Emily's brother, Dwight, has sworn fealty, so he is now a member of the house."
Emily was just reaching for her fork, which she now drops. "NO SHIT?" she asks, almost leaping on top of her chair.
Yosannah seems equally surprised, "Really? Well."
Jurt jumps a little at Emily's exclamation.
Despil grins. "No shit, Emily."
Jurt says "Fuck me, girl - give an uncle a heart attack."
Emily is actually standing on her chair, upon which she now jumps, her hands clasped together in glee. Her bracelets and hair-beads have a chiming and clanking field-day.
Jurt, calm, "Always good to have another relation fall in line." He looks to the food, hungry, and giving Yosannah's thigh a quick, affectionate pat.
Despil grins and says, "He hoped you'd be pleased."
Emily literally sings, "Oh-that-is-so-cool-that-is-so-great-oh-oh-oh!" She gives a relatively graceful leap off her chair in Despil's direction -- fortunately she lands on the floor. And then comes the arms-flinging-around-the-neck, if he's still a stationary target.
Yosannah's attention rolls from Emily and her obvious joy to Jurt's hand.
Despil wraps his arms around Emily and says, "I'm pleased that you are. I'm pleased he's one of us. He wants to be his own man, now, and I'm giving him his chance."
Emily gives Despil a kiss on the cheek while she's at it.
Emily nods, straightening, and looking a little sheepish at her outburst, but only a little. "He's changed so much lately. After such a hard adolesence, it's great to see."
Yosannah pokes at her salad with her fork and absentmindedly asks, "And what does his father think of this I wonder." She directs this at nobody in particular.
Emily slips back into her chair now. "Right. Salad. Yum."
Emily shrugs at Yosannah's question, "Dad must've known it was coming, and isn't really in a position to judge. He's sworn to De'alund."
Yosannah offers Emily a light smile, "So I've heard."
Emily explains, "I mean, known in general, like I did. Not in specific."
Despil nods and says, "I heard that Joshua was off in De'alund."
Emily nods, starting to eat her salad. "He married Celestrina, princess of De'alund and now its regent. She's always been sort of like my aunt, and they're in love, so that's cool. Just sucks it involves all this politics."
Jurt doesn't look much interested in the salad or Joshua talk, poking at the former.
Emily eyes Jurt with dissapointment, "You don't like the salad?"
Jurt leans to Yosannah for a second. He mutters to Yosannah.
"I don't see how oathing to a House makes you your own man, myself."
Jurt then glances at Emily. "Huh? Umm yeah, looks like one of the best salads I've ever seen." Honest.
Emily points out, "It's got peppercorns."
Yosannah tugs at her lobe and the trinket that lingers there. She smiles, coyly, at Jurt's nearness.
Despil eats. "I like it."
Emily beams her lazy smile at Despil. She adds, "And cheese." She evidently feels this is a strong selling point.
Mandor appears in front of the stained glass window.
Despil looks over and smiles. "Mandor, welcome, welcome. You're just in time for the salad."
Mandor regards Despil vaguely, and nods.
Jurt forces a few bites of the salad down. He also forces a smile in Emily's direction.
Cheese or not, the servants show up to clear away the salad plates, replacing them with the next course: Pheasant-Lemongrass Pate with spring greens tossed in a roasted green chili vinaigrette, garnished with lotus root crouton.
Emily says, "Oops, or not..."
Jurt takes advantage of Mandor's entrance to distract himself from the food. "The man who makes fashionably late a lifestyle."
Emily turns at the greeting of Mandor and waves cheerily, "Uncle Mandor. You just missed me dancing on the chairs."
Yosannah straightens, noting Mandor's arrival.
Mandor regards Emily. "Quite. I did."
The servants bring in a fifth plate of the pate, set it down in an empty place by Emily for Mandor.
Mandor says "Good to see you Jurt, and Miss Yosannah, once again." He sits.
Despil says to Mandor, "I just broke the news that Emily's brother, Dwight, swore to the house."
Emily nods, "Hence the chair-dancing."
Mandor says "Intriguing."
Despil says "Also, congratulations to the guest of honor, Jurt, for his tournament and new responsibilities as Chevalier."
Emily glances around and decides. "This is probably as big as the crowd gets."
Yosannah leans forward slightly, resting her elbows atop the table and lacing her fingers together.
Despil nods. "It'd be nice if Merle were here." He gestures as if to give a cue.
Emily smiles. Not that she was not smiling a moment ago, but this smile, lazy-easy and wide is a shade different. "So, I've got news."
Despil says "Do we get to guess what it is?"
Yosannah offers Despil's words a subtle nod, hardly noticeable.
Emily considers. "Well. Do you /want/ to guess?"
Jurt offers helpfully, "I could guess."
Emily nods at Jurt. "Okay. Guess."
Jurt frowns a little at the pate. "Umm ... the next course is meat?"
Yosannah offers, "You're pregant."
Despil gets out some paper from his jacket and writes something on it.
Jurt ohs. "That kind of news." He thinks seriously for a moment. He guesses, "You're running away to Amber?"
Emily says, "The next course is meat. AND I'm pregnant."
Jurt hahas! "I was right!"
Despil shows the paper he wrote on. "That was my guess, that you're pregnant."
Emily points out, amused, "Only partly."
Jurt jerks a thumb at Yosannah. "We make a good team."
Jurt says "Too slow Despil."
Emily smiles, "Well, Grandfather and Yosannah could share the prize, if there was one."
Yosannah opens her mouth to comment but, once again, thinks better of it. She picks up her fork in the alternative.
Emily tells Despil, earnestly, "Which puts the kibosh on any plans I had for taking the logrus any time soon... but can I still get my name put forward, do you think, even if I don't want to take it in the near future? I might be pregnant for a few years. Not sure yet."
Jurt coughs. "Serpent's vagina, a few years?? Are you on something?"
Emily eyes Jurt.
Yosannah eyes Jurt as well.
Despil replies, "It depends -- one school of thought is that you get trained first, and then approved, and the other is the opposite. They have different advantages."
Jurt eyes the girls back. "What? I can say Serpent's balls, but not vagina?"
Emily scratches her neck thoughtfully. "Can't I get trained and then approved and then just not take it for a while?"
Despil counts on his fingers. "Let's see, that makes me a thrice great grandfather."
Despil replies, "You can."
Emily considers, then nods. "Yep. And there wouldn't be any danger to the babies if I just got trained and prepped, right?"
Yosannah says, "Babies? Plural?"
Emily nods to Yosannah, explaining, as if this explains everything, "Jean's a dragon."
Despil nods at Yosannah's question but replies, "Arguably, you need to learn close to walking."
Jurt's nose wrinkles.
Yosannah mouths the word 'Dragon', dubious.
Emily blushes a little, "We sort of oopsed on the honeymoon. But we're both very happy about it, really. Just, you know, taking it slowly. Hence the years."
Jurt says "Most of us are oopses."
Emily nods sagely, "I sure was."
Despil looks to Jurt and says, "Do you -really- think Mother didn't plan -everything-?"
Yosannah doesn't offer any insight into her status one way or the other.
Jurt concedes, "Touche, but I didn't necessarily me."
The servants show up then, and clear away the pate. Instead they bring the main course: Tournedos of Zhind, very tender, Seared with marinated tomatoes, olive-peppered goat cheese on a pine nut, Parmesan basket with juniper berry pan jus.
Emily smiles with satisfaction as the food is brought and notes to Jurt, "See? Meat."
Despil mmms and looks at the dinner. "Smells wonderful. Good menu, Em."
Emily points out, "The pate was meat, too." She nods, pleased, to Despil. "Glad you like it. Maybe next time we'll go for something in a different direction."
Yosannah picks at the tomatoes with her fork, "Where is your husband this evening, Emily."
Jurt declares casually, "Meat good." He finally digs in with zest, having been teased. He points out, "Zhind is one of my favorites."
Despil says "You're the guest of honor."
Jurt returns, "So I heard."
Emily says, "Oh," with a sigh, "He wanted to come, but couldn't. He's busy with the Hendrake army." She smiles at Despil, for whatever reason.
"Oh. That's too bad." Yosannah then leans close to Jurt and whispers quietly.
"What's... Zhind?"
Jurt rolls his eyes at Yosannah.
Jurt promises Yosannah, "We'll go chase one around sometime soon."
Yosannah sets her fork beside her plate and reaches for her wineglass. She drinks.
Despil eats some more and drinks some red with dinner.
Emily wonders, "Chase around a zhind?"
Jurt packs the food down quickly, absently snagging a fresh beer from elsewhere and cracking it open. Remaining vague, he promises Emily, " He promises, "You can come too. It'll be fun."
Yosannah pushes her plate aside.
Jurt prompts the crew, "So, anyone have any smart recommendations for knights?"
Emily says, "I was going to say, they run wild in Teraibithia. You're welcome to come hunting there if you like."
Jurt explains, "I have to pick from different Houses."
Emily says, "Oooh. Jean would probably be a wonderful knight."
Despil hmms.
Jurt inclines his head to Emily. "Perfect."
Despil nods. "Jean would be good."
Emily ponders, "Do you have to be polite? Cause maybe Santiago, too, but... " she considers. "Do you have to be good with a sword?"
Jurt nods some, certainly considering it. "A little nepotism never hurt."
Yosannah wonders, "And these folks are supposed to answer directly to you, Jurt?"
Despil says "I'd say not Santiago. He's a bit chivalry-light."
Emily says, "You might be surprised," to Despil.
Jurt shrugs at Emily. "I'm not." Nods at Yosannah, "Damn right!" And sighs a little at Despil, in turn. "Huh."
Yosannah chuckles in response to Despil's reply, "Well, that's ironic then isn't it."
Emily considers, then ventures, "My apprentice, Aiken, could probably use a firm direction, and he's very principled, from what I've seen of him."
Jurt elbows Yosannah.
Yosannah mouths a silent, 'Ouch', and rubs at her arm. A glare is cast in Jurt's direction.
Jurt perks up. "Aiken huh. Never heard of him. What House?"
Emily shoots Yosannah a sympathetic look.
Despil says "Tinzien?"
Emily says, "He's lord of House Tinzien. Neat guy."
Despil nods and says, "Thought I remembered that."
Emily says, "Hey, have you met Zeta's son? He's a bright boy. Are you looking for pages?"
Jurt seems surprised. "Tinzien? That joint is still a House? I figured that little shack went the way of Gothic and the dodo."
Emily says, "No, they're still around. Aiken was Gothic's heir. He's engaged to my cousin, even."
Jurt umms. "Pages. Sure, yeah, of course I am."
Emily ponders. "I think."
Jurt reaches, pulling a fat pen out of nowhere and sparkles. "I better write these down." He precedes to mark names on the table.
Emily says, "Zeta's son is Puck. I think he's just ten or so."
Despil says "A good age for a page."
Emily ponders, "Rapture has a bunch of sons. Or maybe just two. I think one of them's a little older than me. You could ask her about them."
Jurt nods, tongue sticking out a little. "Personally I prefer to put my own armor on, but hey, who can turn down free labor."
Emily sighs, "Adem. I haven't seen him in years. But he'd make a good knight. Hm, and I wonder if Leonardo's still around Jesamine. He seemed like good knight-material."
Emily pages to everyone in the room: adem alas is between players.
Despil nods.
Emily says, "I'm not sure if Kynwal Jesby would be right for it or not, but you could talk to him and see."
Jurt wrinkles nose, but does write something down.
Emily watches Jurt write as she talks, "Oh, and Cieran Helgram, too."
Jurt glances at her. "How do you /know/ all these people."
Emily looks at Jurt with an unfeigned innocence. "I talk to people." She wonders, "Hey, there aren't any rules against girls being knights, right?" She remembers another, "Oh, oh, write down Rood Yyvrael while you're at it."
Jurt shrugs. "If a girl can die protecting the Courts, she can be a knight, far as I'm concerned. He echoes, "Rooood. Is that with three o's or four?"
Emily says, "Well, then, there's Catherine Hendrake, too. And Felix himself." She says, "Rood. Like, rood."
Jurt smirks. "Like, rude?" He points out, "Actually, I already /have/ Catherine down." He points. "You're not the only one who talks to people missy."
Emily rolls her eyes. "Like that, but actually, not."
Jurt says "Felix I hear is a bit of a teacup around the swords. Not exactly the strapping warrior of old."
Emily says, "Yeah? But he's very... polite. Look, Santiago's all about being a champion. You should get him and Jean." She seems to only then notice Yosannah's lack of apetite and asks, worried, "Would you like something else?"
Yosannah shakes her head, "No. I'm fine, thanks." She offers the girl a smile, rolling her neck to the side and stretching.
Jurt explains to Emily, "Small stomach." He stretches himself, looking satisfied.
Or maybe not. Jurt calls, "Desert!"
Despil finishes his main course.
Emily sighs and gulps the last few bites of what was on her plate.
Jurt drums his fingers, studying his list while he waits with veiled impatience.
Yosannah leans nearer Jurt so that she might also inspect his 'list'. She points, "Who is that? Em didn't mention that person."
The servants appear then, clearing away the finished (and unfinished in Yosannah's case) entrees and bringing, instead, dessert: warm, deliciously thick chocolate crustless-pie with French vanilla ice cream, a reserve of caramel dipping sauce on the side. With it comes a bottle of port.
Emily cranes her neck a little to see to whom Yosannah is pointing
Jurt belches and glances at the name.
Yosannah says, "Excuse you." She notes the icecream happily.
Jurt retorts, "Excuse /you/. Oh, that person."
Despil pours glasses of port slowly. "Pity Mandor had to go. I'll have to drink his."
Emily smiles. "I'm sure he won't mind."
Jurt explains, "That's ... " He makes finger quotes. "'The Shrike', otherwise known as Judas. I haven't seen him around, but I'm hopeful to find him. He was the pre-eminent knight in his day. I'm hopeful he can train these new chumps."
Despil nods. "That would be good. Otherwise, we can find other trainers."
Yosannah dips a spoon into her desert and chuckles, "The Shrike, huh. Why don't /you/ just train them, mighty Lord of Chaos." She is obviously directing this to Jurt.
Emily suggests, "You could ask Jenner to do the training."
Jurt complains at Yosannah, "Why do I gotta do everything." He nods at Emily. "He's certainly up there with Judas. Probably just as hard to pin down though." Shrugging, he add another name to the tables surface.
Yosannah rolls her eyes now.
"Anyway." Jurt collects his bowl of ice cream while staring at the list and moving to rise, memorizing. "If the family will excuse me, I think I'll be attending my /royal/ duties."
Despil smiles and says, "You're excused. Thank you for coming."
Jurt nods to Despil. Ruffles Emily's hair.
Emily waves to Jurt, "Congratulations, again." She rolls her eyes at the ruffling. She asks Yosannah, "You're not going too, are you?"
Jurt returns, "You too little Emily."
Yosannah considers, "Um, yes, I guess I am." She removes her napkin from her lap and rises.
Emily seems dissapointed to hear this, then says, "It was good to see you Yosannah. Drop by sometime."
Despil smiles and stands, "Good to see you, Yo." He offers her a hug.
Yosannah offers Emily a light smile and accepts Despil's hug. She murmers in close.
"Thank you. Always a gentleman... and a diplomat."
Despil kisses Yo's cheek and hugs her.
Jurt doesn't contradict Yosannah, stepping back. Brows raise a bit at the hug, while eyes narrow at the whisper. But it's only for a second, smile quickly back.
Despil whispers "My pleasure. I'm glad you were here. Let's sit down and just talk soon."
Yosannah withdraws with a nod. Returning to Jurt she extends her hand to him expectantly.
Jurt takes it. "Family." And without a step forward...