Felix Caelus

"I suspect they're more afraid that we're up to some nefarious scheme," Felix says lightly, to cover his own tension. Marcella's offering them both mugs and ale, her face still scrunched up in thought. "And that mainly because you arrived with me..."

"Felix, since you were three years old there isn't a day you haven't been up to something," Terentius says dryly. Even Marcella twitches a smile. "But, well. Stendarr knows if that's all there is to it..."

"Of course we'll help," Marcella says bluntly. "I just wish you knew how annoying it is to be the one kept out of the loop all the time." At which Felix opens his mouth, frowns, and then shuts it again, because... that hits a bit close to home.

Terentius, meanwhile, is quite happy to wave the whole business aside for now. Ssssort of. "So, how long have you two been 'involved'?" The only reason he can refrain from winking is that this is his nephew he's talking about.