Sadly, the only way anyone was bothering Atton into sitting down was if Mira happened to show up; nobody else at the Temple ever really quite managed to handle Atton.

Which he was proud of, by the way. In a crotchety, kark-you-all kind of way.

"If I'd known you'd jump up and race right over here, I'd have waited another week," he grumbled, stacking on some pizza on his plate and then shuffling off to the dinner table. Gingerly. "I mean, not that I don't appreciate the concern." It was always nice to know people cared.

Just, you know. Not up and close enough to see the actual bruises.