They're in more familiar territory now, closer to the edge of the forest. He recognizes this tree, that hillock, this particular slope of the land. Sometimes it reminds him of being young the first time, these old instincts for a place.

"...yes," he says, almost distractedly, "One way or the other."

"But all this about my familial bonds, and I haven't asked after yours." He smiles winningly, all shine and brightness. "Any particularly tiresome relatives? Old feuds? Fresh tragedy?"