( At first she just listens to his history as what he says it is: legend. An easy thing to hear, and she's tired, and the fire cracks so pleasantly, and there's so much still ahead of them she doesn't want to have to think of for the span and space of some seconds.

But his pause: it's enough to alert her. She easily connects it to what he expressed before, with something happening and the presence of Abelas upsetting a lot of his fundamental beliefs. Is this another? Gently as she can, she reaches out and touches the back of his hand, shrugs and then lets it sit there as a solid weight. As if to anchor him to what is real. )

If this Fen'Harel had his reasons, or even wasn't responsible in the first place, does it matter now? It's a story. It's not a strident search for truth. Don't let it distract you. ( She withdraws now and shifts. And she may yawn. )