"Carefully," he echoes. "Which will require us to behave. "

His sigh might be just the SLIGHTEST bit dramatic, as he settles his body back into the nest, allowing himself to get comfortable (and making room for her to curl up at his side that she did not paint on) and relax.

He is quiet for a moment, but then circles back to the story of the foundling.

"I have often wondered my origins," he admits. "Even Before, I do not think I ever really knew how I came to be."