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Kerosene snorted. Their gaze caught on Ruin then, too — but all they could muster for him was a sour little smile. Oh, how they hated family reunions. The Speaker finished their inquiry of one sibling and moved brusquely to the next, not bothering to seek permission.

As well as she can be. I don't see why they couldn't have come - just for a little visit.

Kerosene answered Morokei without looking at him. They spoke of their parents, of course — but who could ever know what went on in their heads? They were mad, Kerosene thought, as evidenced by the existence of the newest generation of Druids. Here they were, a broken little gathering of broken little things. See, uncle-dad, aren't you proud?

Ahem.

Nayavanti's appearance earned a glare and a long sigh. Now Kerosene was truly annoyed. We brought you along for a reason, didn't we? The Speakers are burdened by many duties. The Keeper sees to our Listener's health and happiness. Nayavanti would know this, of course. Kerosene still wouldn't be caught dead missing an opportunity to remind her that she was lucky to be here at all. Chosen by the grace of their Listener's kind heart.

The Speaker thought sometimes that the Keeper might require a sharper reminder.