[Alfor is sufficiently distracted by what Allura is saying that stabbing has been set aside for the time being. He sticks close to his daughter.

His smile softens, dims faintly as she continues. Lotor. She's used the name before, and there's no mistaking it even by the way that she speaks.]

I'm proud of you. The challenges of Oriande are not easily passed.

[At all. But he does add, smile twisting ever so slightly.] Of course, you are my daughter, so I would never have had a shred of doubt you'd manage it.

[So. Now he's thinking he probably ought to figure out the extent of what their alchemy can do here. So he can use it in conjunction with stabbing.]