"You don't get to choose or judge that," Adir tells Cessie. "Even if it made any sense. We've been taking care of them just fine. If you want to help, or offer, or give some friendly advice, you don't come at us - at me - like that."
"It sure feels like it," he tells Sakura. "When you aren't trying to make Cessie answer for anything. What the hell is this? Who's married to who, here? You could at least try to understand why I'm so angry. You should already know."
"I don't really think Cessie shouldn't have had the kids. It's not something I would ever wish," Adir scowls, and his speech becomes halting. "And I don't really think... she drove anyone away..." Hrrm. They can see Adir's eyes wavering, almost seeming to parse over invisible words as he goes over what he said again in his head.
"I'm sorry, Cessie," Adir lowers his head and rubs his palm and fingers over his eyes. "I'm sorry. That was nasty and cruel and stupid."
Adir laughs. "I'm gonna steal that. Sarget will think it's hilarious," he tells Reelshka. "We really don't have much of a real family tree, though. Kind of a shame. I'm first generation Frescot, and my dad is sort of as old as the world, so as far as I know there wasn't anybody that came before. All the history is in him."
Cernunnos, bored by this, goes up to tug on his dad's hand. "Can we go explore now?"
Adir grins and tells the boy sure, voice bubbling with laughter, and Cern hurries back over to take Tuskfang's hand to help him up from where he sits.