"A fact I am sure astounds most who meet him." And would astound more if they knew that Alistair was involved. If they knew about everything else. Not that they will but she does wonder sometimes what the people that know about him really think, even if she knows she won't ever get the full truth out of the three here. It's a strange question - yet perhaps it's not, not when she considers it. Perhaps that's what people are supposed to ask, perhaps it's only people like her that would expect something sharper, something more awful. Something about how her mother raised her or any number of stories about the Chasind and what they might get up to in the Wilds.

"When he was small and screamed for hours without end until I could scream back at him simply to see if it would make him stop?" Kieran makes her smile, even the not as fun memories because well, children are messy, and complicated, they shriek and she didn't know what she was doing because Flemeth never told her things like that, and if she asked, she never got a proper answer. Just something to make her feel about an inch tall, to remind her of how ungrateful she was. "Why do you ask?"

For once it's not a loaded question, as she puts down her quill, head cocked to the side all the better to watch him.