Bran tried his best to be like Rayna, to be bright and welcoming but even now he could not help the draw that beckoned him to withdraw. Twin ears flex backwards as Bran steps back and lets Rayna take the reins in conversation front. It was one of her most endearing qualities after all. She does her best to distract them all from the turmoil that had developed over the course of the last few months. Sure the twins had been away a bit longer, were not around Liland for most of their young lives but right now Bran was not so sure it was not a bad thing. Instantly he feels the regret start to seep into his skin. He should not feel that way. Not about his father. Perhaps were Liland to explain himself, to apologize and even bring mother back... maybe then it would not hurt so much but...

He follows the twins gaze, a single lobe flickering as the sound of raised voices reach his ears. Father was angry again. Absently he flinches and turns away, his gaze lingering on the twins once more as Havelle asks about how their father used to be. "I don't remember what he was like before either and I lived here." he says, his tones calm and collected despite the sudden overwhelming sense of sadness. "He has been more and more distant lately." he finishes, a heavy sigh upon his lips as his gaze turns once more to where the rising voices erupt. Who would it be next?