[ He waves his hand gently to the guilt and the apologies, his expression softening and the tension easing out of his shoulders. ]

I didn't mention it, you didn't know.

[ But now they do, and know it's a touch of a sore spot yet. It's healing but it's still tender. And Dion gets a slightly surprised look that melts into something incredibly fond. The thank you is there in his look. He finishes his bread and sips his water, leaning back, raising his ankle to set it on his knee. ]

I never bothered.

[ His admittance is offered with a soft grin. ]

Father would pretend not to notice but Mother would bristle like I personally insulted her lineage back to the moment it was founded. One fork was enough.