"...I think that's actually the correct amount of protectiveness." He's trying to keep his tone warmly amused, but there's a strain to the words; his son is going to grow up in the midst of an apocalypse, too.

He distracts himself with a cookie (just as delicious as he remembers, unsurprisingly) and steps through the archway into the biggest room in the tower. There are two armchairs in here, along with a sofa and side tables. He puts the cookies on one of those, after snagging a second one.

It's also the most personalised room, mostly because he hasn't changed anything Evandrin did. There are paintings on the walls of the two of them - with Elias, with Nydas, with Laerryn - and a bookshelf full to bursting with not only novels, but journals and sketchpads. The same starlight of the deck streams through stained glass windows, each portraying something different.