Inric pulls the hairband from his head as the air shimmers into stillness around him, then starts on his way to the room he chose as his bedchamber. As he walks, he can hear raised voices, and frowns. "Now, it's time to go home," an unfamiliar male voice. "I'm not going!" It's high-pitched with rising panic, but he recognises Kasivelieth's voice. "That is not how you should be speaking to me, daughter." Inric tries to walk faster, against the pain of a long day's walk. "I - I am of age! This is my choice!" He comes to the room adjacent to the argument and stops, seeing Anvar ahead of him. "I, I don't need your permission!" Kasivelieth says, then, more quietly, "I won't even be long, I just..."