[Alphinaud is no stranger to others talking with him, but in this case it's a welcome change to have his attention drafted towards Aerin instead of the children who currently are trying to demand all his attention. She reminds him of a dark knight- of the stories he'd hear of someone named Fray, of Sidurgu and Reille. Of his dear friend, Vheras. The Elezen misses her perhaps the greatest of all his friends, if only because regardless of the situation, she would always know what to do.

He tries not to let it bother him currently. It only half-works.]

I highly doubt I'm anything of the sort. [His tone is somewhat indignant, but he can't help the smile making its way across his face.] I suppose all people here are storytellers in their own way. 'Twould seem that way, if nothing else.