Lara's gaze bore into Galahad, steady and unwavering. Like her, he bore the eyes of General Odin — a light brown iris that, at times, turned amber at the right angle of the light, a trait unmistakably Norse.
Galahad shifted from where he stood as he pulled away from Lara's gaze. Doubt flickered behind his calm exterior, but he knew better than to voice it.
"Come back with us," Galahad said, his tone measured. "Let us have breakfast at the mayor's mansion. Father wanted to come, but he experienced chest pains and headache, so we let him rest."
Lara wordlessly followed them out. As they exited the room, a door creaked open to her right, and Merlin stepped into view, looking tired and spent. His eyes widened slightly at the sight of his cousins and Kane.
"Where are you going, cousins?" He asked, eyeing Kane suspiciously. 'Is he really his uncle's illegitimate son?'
"Father is not feeling well, so we fetched Doctor Kane." Galahad lied smoothly.
