Kalars writes back; she has his utmost sympathy, but if she doesn't want a visit he doesn't need to be there for his own sake.
Raney doesn't write back; she just turns up the next day, dwarf caiman familiar tucked under her arm.
She wants to meet her son-in-law.
"Your dress is beautiful, Iobel," she says brightly.
"It turns out if you're the queen you don't have to handle your own wardrobe. Zephrys does a lot of good work for me and she's picked up my tastes really well."
"She is very good at her job," agrees Edarial. He's reminded of when he first saw her at their wedding, and... Yeah, Zephrys is very, very good at her job.
"I don't usually let her work on me for long because it's sort of hard to read while having makeup applied, but I wear whatever she puts out for me."
"...I got very elaborately decorated for the wedding. And once about a month ago I asked her how much she could get done if I gave her fifteen minutes, and it was nice but not really worth my fifteen minutes."
Edarial thinks that if there is an appropriate time to compliment Iobel on her good looks, now is not it. It will possibly never be it, considering the circumstances of their wedding. He expects that she doesn't feel anything in particular towards him except a business transaction for a smart reason. So, he'll just hold off on making it anything more than it is.
"It's not like I go around hoping to stun people with the exact color of my eyelids, anyway."
Raney laughs again. "Would you have to switch weapons if multiple people attacked you?"