"What about Lucas?" Ewan asked, sipping from the cup of cognac in his hand, his entire focus on Athena who was also clutching a cup of hers.
She had requested that he join her for a drink before they retired for the night. The children were already asleep, and Mr. and Mrs. Thorne had retired too, into their bedroom. The household was quiet.
"He is fine. Just bruises and a couple of external injuries. Nothing that a few days of rest won't fix. I also spoke with my grandfather concerning the living situation. He said he will give them the quarters in the east wing, so that this particular house won't be crowded somewhat. There will be, of course, security stationed around the houses and all…" Athena explained, rotating the cup in her hand.
Ewan nodded slowly, taking another sip. "It's good what you are doing. You should be proud of yourself."
