She is still smiling at him - a smile that is surprised into a laugh that bubbles out of her. She lets go of his hand, so she can give him a swat, her cheeks still curved into humor.

"You are horrible! Aleron is not boring. He is just quiet." She informed him, with mock primness, before her dimples reappeared. "Besides, we can't all have the dashing mage roguish ones. Some of us have to take the darkly intense knightly ones. Like you."

She wrinkled her nose at him, smiling brightly, before she squeezed him again. "But you're right - we will always be family." Blood made no difference. "And I will always be here, to help lift you up again."