He mentions that he should have been the one to tell Zeltzin and I merely shrug; I am not bothered either way. Zeltzin has brought me much worse news than this and so, it is the least I can do to inform her that her son is very much fine. As for his comment of not knowing me? Ah, I grin at that and give a small hm of thought. "It is not wrong - you are correct," I speak in my native tongue then, "very few know me truly, my son. Perhaps you will be among one of the first." And in turn, perhaps I shall be the one to truly know my son. I have a feeling, after all, that he differs from Zeltzin in more than just his desire to be away from Taviora. At least, now he seems to. As a child, I might never have been able to peel him from her side and yet...there has been a change.

I try not to think too much on it and instead, I listen closely as he considers his life here. I nod slowly in affirmation before I consider all that he has said; I pace forward in thought before I turn to meet his eyes once more. "I will tell your siblings to seek you out when they are ready. They will be pleased to meet you, I think," though I do not know how accurate that assertion may be, but nonetheless - "as for what Glorall needs? There is always need, or want. What is it you like to do, Asriel? Do you wish to be taught the strength to fight and defend or perhaps to heal like your mother? Or do your ears itch to learn secrets? Does your tongue seek to find peace or declare war when it is needed?" I tilt my head then, given to almost grin as I realize that this is our first moment of truly learning something about one another.