Cyrus didn't expect a bow, or to even be acknowledged for that matter, but he bowed to Blaith politely when the man did look at him. Mostly he only had eyes for his little sister, watching her carefully, both so that he could catch any cues she tried to give him, and to appraise her condition - which was not pristine, but seemed good all the same. Her armor was not present, which was the only really worrisome thing to him.
Micah held out a hand towards Lily when Blaith nodded his consent.
Lily glanced nervously between her father and her husband, licking her dry lips before moving away from Blaith and going to her father. Almost as soon as she was in reach she threw her arms around him in a fierce hug and Micah's arms came around her just as tightly.
It had been a long time since she had seen him, and tears couldn't be held back. Her father should have been at her wedding. She should have been able to give him a proper farewell as his daughter before becoming Blaith's wife - and he still didn't even know about her marriage! How was she to even tell him such a thing?
"I missed you so much." Micah said soothingly, his face actually did lose some of the anger and tension. He gently stepped back, taking her face in his hands to look over her carefully. His daughter had been a prisoner and involved in multiple battles since the last time he'd seen her - his concern was quite valid as far as he was concerned.
Lily sucked in a soft breath as his thumb traced over the small scar at her hairline the impostor had given her at the tower. She saw her father's face harden in anger and she quickly shook her head and pushed his hands away. "Blaith didn't do that."
Micah looked back over at Blaith, almost having completely forgotten the man was still standing there. His expression towards the other duke wasn't quite as hard as before, and his gratitude was genuine as he spoke again. "Thank you, Duke Harmond, for taking such good care of her during such a trying time."
He gestured to the chairs again while Cyrus stole a quick hug from his sister before she moved back to sit in the chair next to the one reserved for Blaith. As soon as everyone was seated Micah folded his hands in front of him on the table. "My daughter suggested that you needed more allies to help you defeat Calent. I have a sizable army that, if joined with yours in that goal, could quite possibly achieve it. Normally I might ask what you could possibly offer me, but I think we both know the answer to that. I want my daughter back, Blaith. I could take her by force, but I think coming to a mutually beneficial arrangement would be better for everyone."
"Father." She interjected, shifting uncomfortably in her seat and shooting her husband a nervous look. Yeah, her father was never getting her back. Everyone was looking at her now. "I think you will have to come to an agreement over an alliance on the sole basis of you both wishing Calent dead and someone else put in his place."
Micah was looking at her hard, obviously not pleased with the interruption - men were talking about war, after all, and that was not a time for a girl to be speaking. She went on, lifting her chin defiantly. "I am not a negotiable commodity."
"You are my daughter and you belong with your family, now hold your tongue or I will have you removed from this meeting." Micah looked very displeased. Well, she knew he wouldn't be happy.
"I belong with my husband, and I will speak as I wish." She said flatly.
Cyrus immediately grabbed Micah and pulled him back down into his chair, because he had tried to jump out of it. "You are a Knight of the White Lily! You are married to Ansgar and to the Church! You have no husband."