Anders reads from the book, casting happy, knowing glances at his kids. "Primal class comprises the elements: fire, ice, lightning, earth. It is the class that causes the most destruction."
"I, on the other hand, am going to stay here with a good book. Tavern sounds loud, and I don't feel like that tonight."
Anders stands, and wraps an arm around Ilska.
He also gives a pointed look at Karl.
Whatever is passing between them doesn't stop Anders from wrapping himself around Karl and kissing him deeply.
"I love you."
"Even if you didn't know you were one, you've lived as an apostate for years. The fear of being found out doesn't really ever stop, no matter the state of defences," Anders says quietly, scanning the street for curious eyes.
Merrill's holding a tankard the same size, but in her tiny hand it looks far bigger. She's sitting up close to Henri, giggling at some absolutely terrible joke Isabela is making.
Henri smiles and waves his free arm expansively at the table. "Glad you could join us. Sit. Sit! We'll be starting shortly!"
"I would kill or possibly commit matrimony for a brandy!" Isabela calls at her retreating back.