When Eythora asked about Enver and what he was like, Emhyr fell silent for a brief moment, trying to consider the best way to describe their son. "He is quite lively. Rambunctious, even." Emhyr murmured, the corners of his lips arcing upward into a faint smile as he imagined his son's spirited antics. "He enjoys exploring and is quite curious about the world around him. I've enjoyed teaching him all about life on Tinuvel, and hopefully someday soon he will be strong enough to travel to the other islands. With supervision, of course." Emhyr could only imagine the kind of trouble Enver would get into if left without a watchful eye and a gentle guiding hand.

After a moment Emhyr turned his head to peer into Eythora's face, his smile growing slightly wider. "Perhaps we can travel together with him. I imagine any adventure would be better with you at our side." In a moment of boldness he reached out to press his obsidian lips against the velveteen curve of Eythora's cheek, her skin warm beneath his touch.

'I'm happy to be here,' she said after a moment, the words making him feel awash with warmth. 'The land I came from was very, very different.' A soft and thoughtful hum passes from between Emhyr's pursed lips, his stance shifting slightly so he can lean further towards Eythora's petite frame. "Well, you're here now," his words an echo of the ones he spoke earlier, "and this land can be whatever you make of it. What do you imagine for yourself? From your life here, I mean." He hoped she would not be made uncomfortable by his question, but he was curious to know what Eythora's vision of the future looked like, especially if she were to stay on Tinuvel with him.