"Hmph. Clearly you've never been to a council meeting in Faerghus," he grumbles.

Felix widens his eyes a little at the back of her head at her easy agreement with what he's been trying to tell people for years. He opens his mouth to say something about it, but then her question hits him and before he can think about it, he's snapping at her.

"No. I don't. It wasn't supposed to be mine to begin with."

Despite this kneejerk reaction, his hands in her hair remain steady, without pulling or getting any rougher.