[It isn't difficult to pull the images to mind - they had engraved themselves upon her memory. Against the sorrow and tear-stained cheeks, she manages a small smile for him, for this hope she's not spoken of until now.]

Yes... he had. A boy of ten or eleven, so wanting to be a man.

[Ashe reaches up, tentatively, to stroke his cheek with the backs of calmed fingers.]

He had a brother, close in age to himself. Both... looked so like you. The other three... they were our daughters, Rasler.