Aedan wasn't sure it was quite so irrational, though based on evidence, well...
Things hadn't happened like that, yet. Or well, when they had, the situation had been different.
"Too afraid, I think." He admitted, biting his lip. "It's only about five years my da's known I existed, and, you never do ken do you? For a while I was sure, but all this...it's like..." he frowned. "One little ripple and the whole sea's fit to roil like it's storming. It's not that..." He glanced toward Sebastian. "I thought it was all sorted out, my life."
As for the question, he smiled a little. "Well, aye." Sometimes people might question whether what he did counted as downtime, given he spent a lot of time analyzing movements and choreography of sorts, and when to move on which beat and from which corner of a riding ring, but...
"I ride. Competitive dressage actually. Eh...horse ballet in layman's terms. Comes from old military maneuvers back when armies had cavalries attached to them. Well, the horse sort." He guessed technically cavalries did still exist, just not with as many HORSES. But..." He grabbed his phone and swiped it open to a picture of Cassim, tacked and braided and waiting to go on.
"There's my firstborn." He said, expression suddenly far less guarded. "I helped, actually, when he was born. I was the first human that he saw."