Under Owain's mocking stare, Loman took a deep breath, stiffening his spine and drawing himself up to his full height as he cloaked himself in the stately demeanor of a priest who bowed only to the Holy Lord of Light. His brother might be fierce and forceful, Loman reminded himself, but next to the righteous power of faith, even swords and armor bent and shattered.
"Father is resting until dinner, so if you need him, you should return later," Loman said, giving a pointed look at the heavy wooden door as if to suggest that causing trouble here would only anger their father. "Since I've already helped him to lie down, I would appreciate it if you didn't spoil my efforts," he said, speaking both as a dutiful son and as a priestly healer.
