Vesna smiled warmly and nodded, slipping under his large arms and wandering off to the garden. Just behind a pillar a little way away from them, all the men of the Legion who could walk with Gron at their head silently punched the air and hugged eachother before going off to find some alcohol and complain about their lovestruck Commander. The pair walked for a long time in the garden, Garanth slowly regaining confidence and joviality and Vesna getting closer and more tactile as they went. Eventually they were talking with eachother liked they used to, Vesna amusingly describing the various officials who could be responsible and their various little secrets that they liked to not talk about while Garanth animatedly reliving battles that had occurred in the three months apart. Eventually Vesna pushed him down onto a stone bench, mindful for his wounds, and sat gently down onto his lap. "Right, oh Paragon, what are we going to do about this?"