That was Alcuin all over. Sweet, gentle, pleased to give but not wanting to intrude. He might've thought it was an act, but for the circumstances. No, Vax supposed some people actually were that good, which was both reassuring and harrowing at once.

He set the fruit-drink aside, but he had a big swallow of water before he looked back up at Alcuin. "I have always been very close to Vex'ahlia - my sister," he couldn't remember if he'd spoken of her to Alcuin or not. "We've never been apart for more than a couple of days, and I was a miserable bastard about it even then. This..." He cast out his hands to gesture in vague frustration at the Inn around them, though any other words stuck in his tightened throat. This was a far greater remove, for longer, and with no plan, no agreement, to see them reunited. He just shook his head.