[ A wry look softens as she mentions a lack of parents. ]

The Wildmother is part of the oceans, maybe back in Wildemount she would pass for your mother.

[ He gives a wink, settling back to stroke her hair off her face. Without her laurels she looks much more mortal (as if being thoroughly debauched didn't do the trick). ]

I never expected this, no, but I'm glad I'm here. With you.

[ He cocks his head curiously. ]

Your turn to talk about yourself.