Dustil walked to his father's side as his companions walked away in different directions.
"Dustil, I'm so glad to see you." He hugged Dustil and Dustil sighed.
"I'm glad to see you too, father." Carth blinked at his son.
"How much of that did you hear?" Carth asked.
"All of it. Although the context is lost on me." Dustil said.
"I'm sorry about all of this-"
"Even I can recognize when something needs your attention more than me. Listen, we'll talk at the hotel. Maybe you should go talk to her. I don't know much about her but I can tell you hurt her." Dustil said.
"I didn't mean to." Carth said.
"I'm not the one you should be explaining yourself to." Dustil said. His tone was gentle and reminded Carth of Dustil's mother. He looked at Dustil and saw a strange look in his eyes; it reminded him of when Saleairy mediated and let Carth stay close to her. Calm on the surface and unsettled in all the realms Carth had no perception of. He squeezed Dustil's shoulder and sighed.
"I don't like having to postpone this." Carth said.
"We talked before this. You know how I feel. We have a ways to go but we're some what of a family." Dustil blinked.
"Saleairy-"
"If you want her to be a part of anything involving you, I would suggest going after her." Dustil said.
"Meet me at the hotel, later. Promise?" Carth held Dustil's hands.
"I'm already here father, I'm not going anywhere." Carth kissed his son's forehead and broke into a run.