"I do believe that Narshe and Troia both as doing quite well for themselves. I see no need to worry now that the fiends have been slain." Cecil's prolonged silence did worry him greatly, but Rosa seemed to be well from what he last knew. Perhaps it was time for the bard to speak with the regal couple, just to catch up with them.

"But what of you? Are you...are you truly well?" Cue in the nagging worry. "How did you...I, I'm sorry! I shouldn't be thinking of such morbid topics now. Narshe is behind us, is it not?" Edward forced a smile upon his face while the guilt of it all still nagged at him.