Ah, then that's something we have in common. Neither of us know our parents.

[Her mouth tugs into a sympathetic smile. Well. Hers don't exist at all. Details.

Even as the topic turns more serious, she likes listening to him talk, watching how his expression shifts and changes with his mood. Imagining what his life must be like. It's funny, for all of her experiences in her immortal life, there was still so much beyond her scope. Living on the island made that more obvious than ever.

A hand lifts and smooths back stray hair back from his face.]

It sounds romantic - following wherever your heart takes you. [A beat.] Although I'm sure you weren't expecting to wind up here.