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Quilodor raised an eyebrow when she said that Iridessa and Yalathanil had nearly ended things. "Right, but see, they love one another and things worked out. Things always work out the way they're supposed to. Sometimes it might not seem like it, but such is the way of things," he said with a smile. When she said that he'd find a nice elf lady and have eighteen children, he chuckled slightly. "I wouldn't mind eighteen kids. It'd be a handful, but as long as we space them out it'd be fine. My wife would have to name them all, though - I've already tried thinking of names and I'm just useless at it," he said with a shake of his head.

Sariandi giggled a bit when Valery spoke, stepping away from the wall once the blonde let her go. "I...didn't think that would work," she admitted with a smile, reaching forward and booping Valery's nose gently. "You didn't turn into a nice prince. You're just Valery. I like you like that. Princes are dumb," she said with a giggle.