Are you unlettered? [ he's found a surprising number of the dalish to be, and that their language is spoken only is wasteful, in his opinion. the elvhen had known how to read- how quickly their children's children had lost it? but he speaks with no judgement, only curiosity.

his tone stays light, he tempers his excitement easily. finally, here are the kin he has been told were long-dead. but even his highs are not so high, anymore, and leashed without thought. he is simply too old, and too in-control of himself. he watches abelas' hands, and crosses his legs, still leaning against the wall. ]

My son is nearing his thousandth birthday. I still think of him as young, when most Men would look at him, match their history to his birth, and find their ancestors still scratching in the dirt while he was still teething. Age is a matter of comparison.