"Also," River piped up again, a small, child-like grin spreading across her lips as she peeked up from Dias' shoulder, "the food isn't drugged." Though it would seem to be little more than a joke, the reality of it was that such information was probably more vital than most people might think. "If it were, Dias would've been incapacitated for weeks by now." Of course, that little comment was clearly meant as little more than a bratty jab about the amount of food he was eating by a mischievous, little sister. Now that they were established as brother and sister, Dias would just have to take the bad with the good. At least she wasn't dumping pudding in his hair yet. Poor Simon.

"River. It's appropriate," the girl spoke up, lifting her head a touch more and fixing Ashton with a relatively satisfied expression. She turned to Valyn. "The Lord wished to know as well. If you need a bodyguard, I'm available. Just ask Dias. I've been taking care of him since I got here." Such a brat. Simon would probably sympathize with Dias at this point.