[ "I wonder if you have any siblings yourself."

Whatever he might have had to say about Lynette as a captive tugs on these words and holds fast. Are all magicians so adept at bringing hidden things into the spotlight? Perhaps it's only Lyney. The best in Fontaine, he's heard. He hardly doubts it. ]

Had. [ One small word by way of explanation. He shrugs, sipping slow, then adding just a few more after a moment: ] In a manner of speaking.

[ But then, can he really call them that in the face of a boy so close to his own brother and sister? He reaches for memories of his foster family and finds their faces smudged by time, smears of color and time lost to history. He remembers only fragments of them, and they, probably nothing of him. Nothing like the bond shared by these adoring three.

She may not be here to bail him out as she did last time, but Sigewinne's mention makes for a lovely out, should Lyney need it. He sets his teacup down. ]

As for Sigewinne, I assure you she'd rather fawn over you than shoot you again. It's not often she gets to interact with twins.