The silence stretched for what felt like eternity before being broken by a soft cough from the regional commander who had invited Qatrand to this event - who clearly felt the need to intervene before the situation could deteriorate further. Both sides could cause him problems he hadn't wanted when requesting aid.
Dris er Valmenf's face had been surprised then embarrassed at his miscalculation. Attempting to salvage dignity from the situation, he gave a lower bow than when he first approached.
"I... apologize for offering something you would not want. Your devotion is... admirable. Perhaps we should allow you to return to your celebration."
He stepped back, clearly eager to extract himself and his daughter from the increasingly uncomfortable spotlight. Nysoi, however, remained for just a moment longer. As her father turned away, she offered Qatrand a look that held what appeared to be genuine gratitude rather than any of the wounded pride of her patriarch.
