Wild tales from my Ser Aymeric? [ Lantaa feigns surprise, eyes widen and a fake gasp coming from her. ] With how reserved you are, it surely would be a surprise to many. [ Then, she smiles and gently nudges the top of his head.

His childhood must have been something far more interesting and magical than her own. Perhaps growing up in his later years knowing he was a bastard son dampened such things, but, surely it was better than her own. A cave offers little contact with others or little desire of the world outside when one knows how cruel the world is.

The fact he is older than her has not escaped her notice. While she has yet to ask how old he is, as she is certain his nature of a voidsent would lock him into a certain physical age. It is quite obvious she is younger than him by a handful of years. She wonders then if he looks at her younger age as something youthful or naive, or perhaps even childish? Surely, there are things she ought to know, and surely those things must seem obvious.

Her gaze drifts to the side as her mind begins to run away with the thoughts. So much so, that her head tilts to rub her cheek into his hair and closing her eyes once his hand moves further into her hair. Her shoulders relax and her whole person seems to almost melt against him. ]

I owe them a great debt. Without their care and love, I may have never found...