Claud told her — with detail, without boring her — about his trip to Belhalla. His revelations were kept from the King, physically barred and ran in circles by her own father's people.
Thoron wouldn't help much.
Nor would she.
No one listened to her, not if her father was stomping around. Who cared about her opinions? Who said she had any? Any of her own? "I'm sorry," she said reflexively as Claud finished.
Claud sat across from her. He folded his hands on his knees, shoulders straight. "It isn't on you, child."
"He's my father."
"And in Grannvale, unlike us. I could not conceive of a way to blame you."
"I can," she said quickly.
"I won't," he interrupted.
Tailtiu blinked, wrapping her arms around herself. "I could get him to…" ease off his plans? Call his men back to Friege? Getting Claud an audience with the King was harder than felling pirates. "I could help."
Claud smiled, from his lips, up to his brows. He smiled more than she expected. A simple sight. "You have; had you stayed in Grannvale, I may have met an untimely end."
Duh. "If - you try again I can visit with you. You never know."