After comforting an upset Eleanor with a deep kiss, a highly effective method, I might add, I was forced to deal with a deeply displeased pair of siblings.
While I had managed to use a bit of innate charm to defuse Mia's lingering anger, Oliver was a different matter.
He had taken care of the immediate fallout with the ruling lord of Solmire, but the moment he returned, he directed his full ire at me, delivering a stern scolding for my recklessness.
And honestly, I had nothing to say in my defense.
It wasn't as though I could pull the same performance with Oliver that I had used to pacify Mia, and standing there under his reprimand, I could immediately tell why he was the elder sibling.
Jests aside, he possessed a great sense of responsibility and a real competence to match it.
