[ Aymeric thinks to apologize for the brief bit of grief that crosses her face. He has enough sense to refrain though for it wasn't he who decided his daemon. Well. At least, not directly.

The daemon extends his arms out and gives a bright smile (:D), mimicking the late Haurchefant's cheerful disposition. ] Thank the twelve you are both here and safe! I'm sure the others will be along shortly.

[ Ever the optimist, Haurchefant. ]

If nothing else, it'll certainly be a lot less quiet for his presence. [ A gentle jest, of course. ] Not that I mind in the slightest.