He was not angry, but Idris watched her with wary eyes for her continued lack of communication with him. It seemed odd she had not tried to reach out with anything other than names and what apparently seemed to be her native tongue.
"Stay here," he commanded, removing his hold on her arm for a few moments to prepare a horse for their travels. He was perfectly fine and relaxed until his brother decided to turn up, his attention drawn from their mother's squawking.
"Leaving so soon, Vanora? Without a goodbye? I'm hurt," Stephen teased, Idris grunting his displeasure as he fiddled with saddle straps.
"Yes, we were just leaving," he answered for her, peeking over his horse's shoulder with a glower.
"Momma is hurt you haven't said hello. And I promised Vanora breakfast. Have you eaten?" Stephen was quite used to his brother drifting in and out of their lives with his work. The lack of formalities didn't personally bother him.
"Mother is always hurt... And no, we haven't. I thought it was very important I get this poor girl home," Idris explained, already assuming the reason for her stay at their home.
"Well she just can't leave without it! I won't have you breaking my promises to her," Stephen protested. "Are you hungry, Vanora? I'm sorry he's rushing you out so soon."