His heart hammers against his ribs in a quick staccato, anxiety tumbles his stomach, and he holds his breath as she speaks. His eyes fill with excitement as she speaks of father, of his warm eyes... like his. And his heart stutters. He turns his chiseled crown away from her and focuses on the distant horizon where the sands touch the heavens. A lump grows within his throat as he puts together the puzzle. He is like his father, in more ways than he had thought.

His father was wise and thoughtful, gentle and kind, and he was wise. He clears his throat and turns his dark eyes back on his sister, and a smile traces his dark lips. "I have sought answers for so long, and now here you are," he sighs a deep breath. "Our paths have been destined to cross."

He pauses thoughtfully, he lets her news sink in. And his heart soars. Here in the Dunes, they have found each other. After searching across all of the Isles for even a trace of his family, they now here they stand beneath the early morning sun. He turns his chiseled head to her. "Will you stay here in the Dunes?" he asks finally. His dark eyes search her face.