Jaina blinked, having not expected him to comment on her height of all things. Her brow furrowed slightly before she gave a small shrug. "The height was reserved for my brothers, I guess," she stated.
She could hear the ocean behind her, the roar of the waves as they crashed powerfully against the surf. She wondered, if she did fall from here, if she would survive. It was possible, although injury was almost guaranteed.
Jaina studied her grandfather intently for a moment, intelligent brown eyes drinking in the sight of someone she'd grown up learning about. Finally, she spoke in that same slightly wary, slightly curious tone she'd adopted when this conversation first began.
"And my uncle is here? Except, he's a child?"
She wasn't positive that bringing up Luke was the wisest course of action, but she did want to know. If he was here, really here, then she'd seek him out. Speak with him. Protect him.