He could tell it surprised her a bit, but he had been worried about her, admittedly, with the way she'd been talking. He couldn't ever recall her sounding quite so sad, or against the idea of being friends with people.
"It was a few weeks?" He moved in to the room, setting his bow down to lean against the wall. His gaze fell on the baby batting away at the toys, distracting him from that particular subject. "He looks a lot like you."