Keir was off to pack his belongings from the Royal Guard barracks, a others had said their peace to Keir and wished him luck. He was just turning when he heard his name from a familiar voice and was reassured as his brother turned him asking him about his new assignments, "oh, nothing bad," he loved his brother but felt for a little time that he stole some of the Valor of Benedicts promotion first but Ben never complained to him about it and Keir had put it behind him, "It's for truly my own personal reasons: I want to be a soldier again. I'm bored here...I feel I can prove myself useful to them, reshape this military."

Ben had to admit that it was a relief that it hadn't been something more serious. He let out a soft chuckle in response as he settled into a more neutral stance. "Oh, thank the Goddesses," he said. "I thought you'd been sacked or something. I couldn't imagine what you might have done for that to happen," he said with another little laugh.

He could understand the sentiment that he was bored. "I daresay going back to standard service will give you more to do, that's to be sure." He clapped his brother on the shoulder. "I'll miss having you around so much, but if anyone can be of help, I have no doubt it will be you, Keir."

Good old straight edge Keir Delaney, he couldn't help but smile at his brother, "You know me well Ben," and his brother really did better than most, "But it's still good to have a Delaney to protect the Royal family," he admitted truthfully, "come on let's go get some food."

The pair would go and change before heading to the nearest tavern, "I'll be a Dad before to long, Val has been glowing lately...I'm excited."

Ben was never one to turn down the chance to go to the tavern, especially with company. They chatted along the way, Ben as jovial as he usually was. As the conversation turned to babies, Ben lit up at the topic. "Are you? I'm so glad. I've come to see that not all men are. It's a big change but you're going to be a great dad, Keir. You're going to love it," he said with a bright smile. "Nothing can compare to the joy a child brings into your life. A lot of work," he said with a laugh, "but a lot of joy."

They got a table as they stepped into the tavern and sat down. "Are you hoping for a boy or a girl?" Ben asked.

Keir was beaming as Ben said he'd make a good father, Val and their Mother thought the same but of course Keir had his reservations: he hadn't ever really been around children but he would figure it out as things came at him. Though a little voice in his head said things would be just fine.

Ordering a chicken and a pitcher of beer he grinned at his brother, "honestly? I hope for a little girl..."

While most men desired, or at least told people they desired, a baby boy, especially for their first child and heir, it seemed just like Keir to go against the grain. A girl. Ben smiled softly, and affectionate expression in his gaze. "Any little girl would be lucky to have you to watch over them. I don't envy the boys that will come around one day."

Keir grinned and chuckled pouring them both a mug of beer from their fresh pitcher, "It is a good thing I don't have the Curse then, that would definitely keep the boys away but I'll ponder on it," he teased, "might see if Val won't brush up on her curses, lingering side effects include pain and lack of...well all the bad things...Any ways, Mum is ecstatic. I think it's helped take her mind off things, dad too," he was speaking about Logan and Aunt Brenna.