Save for those doors he mentioned, the 'station' as he had called it, sounded peaceful. No great threats to the lady or the family he had pledged himself to. It was good to hear. Hearing about what had happened to him, once she had cut through the pretty tale told of Artorias and went in search of those who knew, had broken her heart. He'd deserved a better end and a better, more comfortable life, he and Sif both did. Perhaps he would grow bored at that notion, she could understand that fairly well, but given the alternative she knew he could stomach a little boredom.
And then there was that question and Ciaran went silent again, debating on how to tell him. Would it be kinder to get him somewhere where he could have privacy? Did he need to hear it while they walked? It was at times easier to hear something when the body was otherwise engaged. In the end she knew remaining silent so long was a bad sign in itself and she briefly glanced up at him before she spoke again, knowing it was far too late to keep him from worrying over her answer. "What dost thou remember of our home before you arrived here, Artorias?"