Gathrin held up my hand, forestalling my apology. "If you try to seek forgiveness from every one of us, you'll be here all day. If you truly feel the need, you can convey your feelings into Haven, like you would Soul Speak."
"Ah, right!" I took a breath, then did as he asked, being sure not to push my feelings into the realm too strongly. They'd berated me for that last time I'd tried that, after all. One apology at a time.
A light whoosh sounded behind me, and I turned to welcome Bethiv in. It wasn't his first time, for he'd spent many long days planning within the realm of our campaigns, but he stared around with wide-eyed appreciation.
"It's grown," he said quietly. He addressed Gathrin louder. "Lord Gathrin, if I remember correctly. It seems we'll be imposing on you and yours for a while."
He held out his arm, and Gathrin floated down until his feet were an inch above the ground. He still towered a full head over Bethiv, but his smile was welcoming as he clasped his arm.
