Ben had been working and getting nowhere on his speech to his father, and he was running out of time to come up with a better way to say it.

So he'd invited him back to his room after the ceremony was over, trusting that one of his dozen relatives would keep an eye on Vestara for them.

He closed his door, ignoring the slightly appraising glance his father was giving the room, and took a deep breath.

"Um, Dad?"

At least that part had been well rehearsed.

[OOC: For me.]