Thoronir paused when he saw Thranneik. "Get out of my way, Father."
"Please, Thoronir," he said, relaxing and putting his hands up. "Don't do this. I am sorry." He dropped his head. "Please think about what you're doing. You would leave everything you know on an impetuous decision. It is not my place to dictate your heart. Your mother would not have wanted that. Nor would she have wanted you to run away from your problems. She did not give birth to a coward. Nor did I raise one."
Thoronir nearly stepped forth, as if to side-step him, but paused and didn't know what to say to his father. He was right, in many ways, but he was wounded and he remembered the sting of the slap. Of the sharpness of his words.
"I cannot stop you from how you both feel. But nothing can stop tomorrow from coming. Please, both of you...stay. If not for your families, for each other." And at that Thranneik looked directly at Brynhalla.