Ah.

Understanding lit in his eyes. He should have guessed.

"The Treveans, yes," he replied, unable to help the little breath he said it with. "I imagine it would be difficult to spend any amount of time in the Free Marches without knowing them in some form. And, of course, my mother's family hails from Orlais. My great aunt still resides in Val Royeaux."

He fiddled with a cookie, unconsciously.

"I'm afraid I'm the only one here."