Trafalgar and Rhosyn were finally away from the water, and as far as Trafalgar was concerned, he had no intention of going near that much of it again for a long time.
Meraval had drained him in ways that had little to do with fighting. Hours had turned into days and days into weeks, and most of that time had gone on watching people, digging into things nobody wanted dug into, and working out which person in House Myrrhvale was lying about what.
The reward had been worth it, at least.
House Myrrhvale owed him now.
That alone was worth more than most material rewards he could have walked away with. Nerith had taken control of the family, the succession was finished, and both she and Lyren had made it plain that he could call on them in future.
Together with House Thal'zar, that gave him two Great Families outside his own with people at the top who would listen when he spoke.
'The problem is my own House.'
That thought had followed him for most of the journey back.
