the danger and the power friend and the foe
The last thing Martel wants to be doing today is dealing with the fact the daughter he somehow acquired in the past few years has, in turn, somehow acquired a price on her head. One that evidently is, somehow, his fault. He's not sure how that works, precisely, but the attempts on Maryani and Nourelle are directed at him and it's grating on his nerves like a dull, sawing blade. To put not too fine a point on it, he wants to know exactly where they are and what they're doing at all times and seeing Nourelle go shooting off down the hallway is not helping his mood.
Or his headache.
Ah, she's after Talen. Again. He wonders idly if she's too young to be married off to keep out of trouble--not that he could, would or even particularly wants to, but it seems like the traditional threat. Meanwhile, he's following her through a door, catching her shoulder, "Nourelle, you're to be with your mother, leave the poor little bastard be--"
...oh fuck.