Pel has a swell of affection, like she wants to get drunk with this man and sing songs and do stupid shit like stealing chickens for the laughs. She wants to have every conversation both inane and intelligent. She wants to write books with him and read books with him and make rude gestures at the Chantry with him.

The next smile is real, though like all her smiles, she suppresses it as best she can. "Good fortune for all of us that you came here instead of languishing in your own world. Nobody expects you to be tall to be listened to."