Hideaway Strath Holding hands, will it make me a sinner?

Hearing of his son's death wasn't as difficult as it should have been. Corrum stared onward as his daughter closed in on him once more, continuing with her affectionate display. The blank expression that he held remained stagnant as Alula continued on with her praises of Priest, deciding that it was better to use her words to praise another man than he who stood before her. 

Corruption took another half step backward before replying, I won't leave. If anything, he would have to wait until her cycle; he could have her now, but it would defeat the purpose. The two of them were destined to continue the family line which meant that he would have to deal with the torment of waiting.