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“Ah, I could be telling you about how I’m happy with the staff and tired from the work but I don’t suppose that generic so-so is what you’re looking for,” he noted, chuckling. He took a sip of the wine before continuing. “Apart from that, I’m actually doing quite well. Hazel, my daughter, is growing right before my eyes; she is bright and enthusiastic and it almost seems like she’s unaffected by any of the bad stuff of the real world, it’s inspiring. And then there’s the other lady that fills my life with joy, of course.”
“Children are remarkably resilient - I’m glad she’s doing well,” Accolon said with a smile. It was still strange in many ways to think of Lucan as a father, despite having known him for years, but from everything he had seen the other man had taken to fatherhood like a duck to water. It did send a faint, sorrowful pang through Accolon; once he had dreamed of being a father and having a large family himself, but it seemed an increasingly unlikely prospect. “I hope you won’t take offence if I say I never thought I’d see the day you talked of only one special lady.”










