The one he learned that trick from glances away. Kid still hasn't figured the subtle part of that trick out. Welp.
"Sorry if this is out of line," says Corrie, who isn't sorry. "But maybe consider why a thirteen-year-old thought roughing it in the desert was preferable to, you know, not doing that. I've had the impression he's been feeling really smothered."
Baldur turns his head to look at her when she speaks and as he does his eyes shrink in diameter. Even under all the corpse paint one can see him turning a bit pink. " Corrie." He licks his lips and pauses a moment. " I understand that you have some feelings about this but I'm not going to make my family drama into an episode of Maury."
"Apparently," Grendel catches him up by the back of his shirt, bundling him into one lanky arm like a baby, much to his embarassed squawking.
Corrie manages, with effort, not to add insult to insult by laughing. Instead she stows the tickets in her bag and grabs a snack instead. It's been a while since what was apparently a pilfered breakfast.
"Hmm? Oh- yeah, I'd love to see you guys, and this stuff-" Corrie gestures to her gear- "isn't exactly time-sensitive. I can take a night off." ...she really does want to see this ancient being in action. Like, a lot.