Should I be surprised that he remains so composed? Hardly. Instead, I almost feel a little pleased to see him having honed such a skill so early on. After all, there are many who woulld use one's youth against them in the future if they do not protect themselves. Like him, however, I keep such thoughts guarded, giving him the same passiveness he gives me. Though, I am sure he understands I am pleased to see him. After all, I did spend all this time in seeking him out, no?

His response is a curious thing though and I do allow such curiosity to span my features; my brow raises as I meet his eyes. He needs space? I cannot help but smirk at such a statement, breathing out a sigh as I look beyond him for a moment. I speak to him in our shared language, assured that - for once - few here completely understand such a thing. "You understand, of course, that she will have to know soon." My head tilts at him, wondering if he truly thought he might slip away so easily - did he forget Moteuh so readily? His mother would have felt him pass the borders of Taviora within moments, I'm sure. "Should I tell her you simply desired space?" My lips are taut for a moment, probing him with my eyes before I shake off the intensity, lifting my head instead. Of course, such a reason seems...peculiar. I do wonder if his mother will understand or even accept it. Ah, in any case, it is my job, no? I am the one to clean up the footsteps and messes of these children, even moreso now that he seeks a place here.

"You are, of course, welcome here." Though, I suppose he already knows that. "But know, my son, that a place here seldom comes with luxury." I meet his eyes once more, on equal terms now, for I hope he understands his blood will not cause any other here to owe him. There is a higher price on royalty and blood in Taviora but here, it almost places a debt on me - and even that is questionable at times. Instead, he will have to work in order to be owed. Is my son ready for such a thing?