There's no need to fret. [The wise old king replies with such a fatigued smile.] No harm shall befall upon your father again. That much I can promise you, Noct.

[Promises are often meant to be broken but Regis sincerely means every word.

He let's his hand fall off that sloppy mess of hair with a grin upon his face. His son is a handsome thing, so much like him in his youth and yet so different. The two of them do favor each other but he can see Aulea's influence upon the boy as plain as day.]

Whenever I feel brave enough, I'll find you something nice to wear.