Trafalgar turned toward Nerith as she reached them. Lyren trailed a few steps behind, having stopped to exchange a word with one of their guards. The evening was still in full swing around the pavilions, but the first delegations were already filing toward the departure platforms, and Zafira had vanished into the crowd only moments before.
"I was hoping to speak with you as well," Trafalgar said. "Zafira just left, and I wasn't sure how much longer Myrrhvale intended to stay."
"Not much longer. We have a few arrangements to finish before departing, and Lyren reminded me that I hadn't spoken with you since the session ended."
Nerith's attention moved to Aubrelle, standing at Trafalgar's side with Pipin perched on her shoulder.
"Forgive me. I don't believe we've been introduced."
"This is Aubrelle, one of my wives, from House Rosenthal," Trafalgar said. "Aubrelle, this is Nerith di Myrrhvale, and you've met her brother Lyren."
Aubrelle offered a formal greeting.
