#baronyofthesilverwolf

Dagmar lets the note die away.

The Sidhe does not resist. Perhaps actually having given up, or perhaps wise - she is in Very Strong hands.

Connor scrambles over and throws himself at Dagmar, wrapping arms around her knees!

"I know, kiddo. I know." Comforting noises.

"Connor, you okay?"

Aiden and Nadeen are still enrapt in each other.

"MmmHmmmm I'm better than ever." He squeezes.

Dagmar sits on the floor, so there is a lap.

Sylvi nods and scans the room again. "How about Linnea?"

"Linnea?" She calls over.

Linnea is... dazed. Not quite unconscious, but not really there either. She's taken QUITE a few mighty bashes to the head.

Grunt, frown.

Danica stirs, and takes off her axes. She sets them aside, purposefully.

A sidelong glance at Nadeen and Aiden.

Magic swirls around them....

Sylvi wants to go help Linnea...but she's sidhe-sitting.

Calantheis sitting primly upright, but her eyes flash with the indignation of having her mouth covered like a toddler that was saying swears.

Nadeen's lips might be moving, as if in a dream but.. it's hard to say

She can be indignant all she wants. She's not getting another chance to bunk.

The scent of spring flowers fills the room.

Sylvi looks to Dagmar.  "I can't really help her while...."  She looks down at her captive.  "I mean, I might be able to, but I don't want to split my attention."

A gasp and Nadeen wakes from her walking daydream

And then a blink. "Ohhh..." at the scent.

Aiden gasps as well, and he collapses, onto his knees, body wracked with sobs.

"They're back..."

Then a relieved sigh. Oh, thank the Dreaming.

Nadeen bends down and holds him, then looks about "Connor... ? "

Connor peers around Dagmar's mighty legs.

Sylvi bites her lip, watching.

"Your father... was made to believe untrue things about you by someone. He know the truth now. Would.. would you be willing to say hello again?"

A look to Dagmar to make sure

He looks up at Dagmar, uncertain. Perhaps, seeking approval, or permission.

Dagmar offers Connor her hand. He doesn't have to do it alone.

He takes it without a second thought.

A nod, and she lets him lead.

"Aiden" She whipsers "Your son still loves you, and you're going to think you don't deserve it, but that's the funny thing about love. It's not about deserving"

Connor steps over to the sidhe, somehow heartbreakingly beautiful even in his pain, and it takes a moment for the boy to muster up the strength.

..."Hi. I'm Buddy."

A gentle squeeze of his hand. Dagmar is a big blue wall, steady as bedrock.

Nadeen strokes AIden's arm supporting , not containing

Aiden raises his head, and looks... really looks... at Connor for the first time in a long, long time.

He is not unaware of the Gwydion, standing there as well. Silent, but observant, and judging him. (As Gwydions all do. It is known.)

Then, he bows his head.

He searches his heart, and where he only knew anger, he finds an empty space left behind, aching to be filled. Raising his head, he searches Connor's face, and finally speaks.

"Connor. I... It was my fault. Mine, and mine alone. I was wrong. I was horribly, terribly wrong, and it is because of me, that Dahlia - my Dahlia, your mother, is no longer with us today."

Dagmar can sense the truth in his words, even as the Ailil admits his wrongs.

She observes, with quiet support for her squire.

Nadeen looks at Aiden with pride, for she knows how hard it is for one of his house. A Gwydion gets out of a rage easier than that, and she is also grateful to the Dreaming as it is a start to his healing.

THen she glances at Connor, hopeful

Connor's expression shows that he understands. This man, his father, hurt him. And hurt his mother.

He takes a moment to think about this. "Did you mean to?" His head tilts to one side, ears flopping.

A breath from Aiden. "No. No, son... I never wanted that." also true.

Connor gives himself a shake, like a dog ridding itself of water after jumping out of a pond. "Then it's okay." He says, firmly. Not quite true....

But he continues. "I forgive you. Because you didn't mean to hurt anyone. And you said you're sorry." And this, he means, one hundred percent. His tail even gives the smallest of wags.

A look to Dagmar at that.

A nod.

Then a VERY grateful look at Connor

Sylvi suddenly realizes she's tearing up. Well, why the heck not?