Father quickly intervened before it got worse. "Rose, please don't blame my daughter. What's done is done."
He continued, his tone turning advising, "If returning home is so important, then I advise you to start working with Astraya as soon as possible. To begin with—don't you think Lord Zedd gave you both this task because he believes you can achieve flight together regardless of age?"
He paused, his tone gentle but firm. "Or are you saying Lord Zedd was wrong in his judgment?"
Rose froze. "Oh no, no! He's never wrong about things like this!" she said quickly, shaking her head.
"Good," Father said with a faint smile. "So how about we work together?" Father was usually good at this kind of situation, diffusing the bomb-like worries and disagreements.
Rose sighed, crossing her arms. "Mmm... I guess you're right. But if I see she's not taking this seriously, I'll train on my own."
Astraya shrugged. "Fine by me, old lady."
