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The elf could not help but maintain a pleasant grin for a few moments as they spoke of her child. His eyes darted to the small bulge a few times, and he gave a knowing nod despite a lack of knowledge regarding the effects of pregnancy on female elves. "Tea would be very nice, I think" he replied kindly to her offer. While he was not all too excited about the offer of talk, he realized that this would be the time for that to occur if it was ever to happen. He would be gone to Imperia before too long.
Eraisuithon allowed his arm to be taken, and moved lightly to where the elfin lady intended to take him. He sat beside her, feeling momentarily awkward beside her, but he soon felt at ease. He chuckled softly to himself. "Larien and Fenn only seem to have the deepest respect and love for you Calairiel, I already had a fond impression of yourself before I met you." He wearily shifted in cushions of the couch, trying to frame in his mind a decent reply that would not hurt too much to recount. He eyed the tea.
"I suppose you're interested in my family and such... I fear there is not much to tell you." His face had become more morose than before and he sighed. "We've-" He paused and shook his head ever so lightly. "..I've never never had much of a relationship with them. None of them, aside from my mother, and she is gone now." He swallowed. He didn't want to explain. It still hurt. "I'm one hundred and twenty nine eras old, and you might of heard through the channels that I'm the Senior Aedile of Imperia.. I moved away from Syl'rosya in the spring.. and surprisingly I found myself with the position after a short meeting with the Thane. I'll be returning very soon.. I've been away." He voice was shaky and next word came very low but somehow at a significantly higher pitch. "Grieving."
He was unsure whether it had come to Calairiel that his mother had died about a month prior, but he did not have any desire to speak of it either. He made a forced smile. "I'm afraid I don't make much of a story."
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