"Ah...hm." Tarantulas hesitates for a long moment, his fingers petting restlessly over the top of Dawn's head.

"César," he finally says hesitantly. "I don't want to make things difficult for you. So I should probably explain...Mairi isn't speaking to me right now. She's quite annoyed with me actually -- because of certain things I had to do, to make sure Dawn would be born."

There's a ring on one of Tarantulas's fingers, made of pewter and shaped like a vine with fig leaves.

He clears his throat. "Actually, quite a few people are displeased with me right now," he admits uncomfortably. Perhaps he shouldn't have come here after all...