like the stars chase the sun over the glowing hill

[A sigh comes out of him, and a lot of tension flies from his shoulders when she validates his discomfort. His head bows and his eyes close briefly.]

Maker. Yes. That's it exactly.

[But then she says she's sorry and his pride squirms a bit.]

That's what it's like to grow up noble. Everybody picks apart everyone below them. Everybody plays favorites. It's why I'm never having children.

[He opens his hand to her.]

Thank you. For understanding.