"I see." Kiara's father looked between Grav and Aneas. "And you wished to pass through our realm in order to reach Arca more swiftly."
Kiara nodded, finally stepping forward. "Yeah, basically. I was hoping we'd find you with a little less...fanfare."
He waved a hand. "Lauz spotted Kit the second hour you had crossed the Veil. It would have been implausible for you to visit the court and simply speak with me, with no other interference." He looked at them again, then gestured to the moss and flower covered furniture. "Please, make yourselves comfortable."
Aneas seemed to hesitate, looking to Kiara, who waited a moment longer before taking a seat for herself with a huff. The young lord hurriedly followed suit.
"...I can help you back to the mortal realm," the Autumn Prince said after a long moment. "And sooner than you would have reached it had you come to the court more...traditionally."
Aneas perked up, but Kiara looked suspicious. "In exchange for...?"
Her father nodded at her. "In exchange for an audience with your grandfather."
Kiara went white as a sheet, speechless. Seemingly ignoring this, her father rose to his feet again and inclined his head to the two humans.
"Please, enjoy the hospitality of my house. You will find the guest wing to the far side of the entry hall, choose any bed you like. Seeing as the lot of you arrived here a day before you would have planned, you should feel free to take a proper rest. Kiara will have her audience in the morning." He said it so simply, the matter already settled. Turning to leave the room, and forcing Kit to jerk his head back from the doorway, he paused, then added with a touch more warmth to his voice, "You are friends of my daughter. You may call me Aeolthaine."
And he swept from the room.