Kiara made a face even as she nodded in agreement. Finally, after yet another barrage of questions while the household guards simply stared at them, hands on their weapons, she was fed up.
"Alright, look." She stood, folding her arms. "If we really wanted Aneas hurt, why would we bring him back here? And, in case you've forgotten, we did take care of your manticore problem." She gestured between herself and Grav. In her dress, the gesture was turned into something grand and nearly regal, echoed by the movement of green and gold fabric. "So, if you can't help us, thanks very much for your hospitality, but we'll just be on our way. My friend needs help, and I'm not willing to sit here wasting time about it."
Aneas gave his parents a pleading sort of look.