Iestyn's eyes widened slightly and he looked between the two men. Another person like them? Or was he- he didn't talk like a god though. Not the ones he'd met anyway. They always seemed to have a very slight remove to them, not talking about raising younger sisters. So he must be a half-god like them.
And Henry seemed to be okay with talking about it too. Not that he'd ever hidden it from Iestyn either. Or Iestyn from him. It was the thing they'd first bonded over. "It is a distinctive name."