“Feo slipped on the stairs and cracked his head on the ground,” Pari said, descending the aforementioned stairs in a gown of blood red. “He’s fine, we got him checked out.”
“Oh my god!” Saskia cried, her hands straying up to his scalp. “Are you okay? Where did you get hurt?”
“He’s fine,” Pari reiterated. “You can’t even feel it now, head wounds just bleed a lot.”

Feo took her hands in his in an attempt to settle her. "I'm fine." He assured her quietly, "I'll tell you about it later."

“Okay,” Saskia frowned. “I guess it’s okay. Your uncles and I got into our share of trouble and we turned out fine.”
“We’ll add some no-slip mats to the stairs,” Roo offered. “Feofil, do you mind if Gio and I run upstairs to… check the fuselage? We want to make sure the storm didn’t knock anything else out.”
“Parisa,” Saskia said in the meantime as Pari came to stand next to her son. She placed her hands on the princess’s shoulders and scolded, “What are you wearing? Aren’t you cold?”
“Tyrneamitore.” Pari explained. “Kyros isn’t the only one that runs hot.”
“If you say so… still, we don’t want the kingdom’s crown jewel getting a cold.”
“Thanks, Saski.”

"How long are you here for?" Feo asked after nodding his assent to Roo.

“I just popped in to say hi, Kyros has me tailing Sparrow all day and she gave me the day off.” Saskia laughed. “Actually, she forced me.”
“What, he doesn’t trust her?” Pari derided. Saskia’s eyes brightened. “Not at all, you know what he’s like. He only agreed to my coming here because he needed me to check up on you two.”
“Sure, he has to make sure we’re not plotting against him.”

"We're glad to have you," Feo cut in, intent on steering the conversation away from this tired topic. "It's early, did you eat yet? Can I get you anything?"

“Do you have coffee? I want some coffee,” Saskia said. Pari nodded and gestures towards the kitchen. “You two can sit down, I’ll grab you a cup.”

Feo raised his eyebrow at Parisa offering to serve for once, but decided to take it. "Alright, thanks."

Saskia and Feofil had settled in the living room when, after making sure the princess was not in earshot, his mother leaned over and whispered, “Something feels off with Pari. Is she okay?”

Feo dropped his head into his hand, sighing. "Everything is a little off right now."