The doctor let out an aggravated sigh at Ffamran's parting words since he knows that neither of them will ever come to terms regarding House Solidor or anything on topic of Vayne. "The monster he is destined to be? You act as if you're a Dreamsage now." A minor quip at the fallen Gran Kilitas of Mt. Bur-Omisace who’ve met his end at the Empire’s blade. Cidolfus doesn't believe in things like fate or destiny, especially when such words are used by superstitious fools who fear the so-called supernatural.

Giving his son a look over once he sat upon the bench, Cidolfus walked by with a little smirk as he reached his hand out to ruffle those short blond-brown locks. "Quit frowning, young man." The doctor chuckled as he aggravated those overly stylized locks.

"You'll gain a few wrinkles if you continue to look so crossed."