Viorel had done what he was told. Left the place everyone had gathered and sought off to find either Clover, or Vanadis, whoever was closer. It had turned out to be the latter, and after a rather sullen explanation of what was going on, they were on their way back. Maybe he should have been doing a better job of hiding his displeasure, but he didn’t feel the need to pretend around his girlfriend. He wasn’t happy about the appearance of a new sibling, but he would probably come around, probably.
Arriving on the scene once more, Viorel hung back. He was close enough to provide support to Vanadis should his mother become snippy about her being too close, still reserved. He didn’t feel the need to be front and center, he was just doing his duty. Glancing sideways at Modesto he offered bluntly, ”The healer you requested.” He sank back down into a sphinx pose, ready to leave as soon as it was acceptable, but also jump into action if it was needed.