Sentiment, but nothing to do with him, he was sure. Perhaps because of Alyosha -- he'd been aware of her and the Brucolac's "relationship" since that first night he'd talked to her almost a year ago at Samhain, when she'd been wearing a scrap of the other vampire's clothing like a trophy.

His focus was returned to the child in his arms by a weak wriggling as the scrawny little thing curled closer to the warmth of his chest. The glance he gave it was deeply unsure, but he stiffly, slowly took a seat by the fire.

"Is that the High King's?" he asked after a short stretch of silence, after the baby had stilled a bit. Reul had been absent for his most recent monarch interaction, but he still somewhat remembered the suit of armor that had been sitting by silently when Morla gave him that first quest that lead to everything else.