There were so many more questions for Imenry that he wanted to voice. Where exactly she lived? Would she have preferred to grow up elsewhere? What was her family like? Did she still have contacts with them? Did she miss them? How long had it been since she had seen them?
It was here that he suddenly stopped, both prompted by her question and the idea that while it hadn't been a long time since he had seen his father or the rest of his clan's members, it is likely that he would never see them again. Now that he would be a Grey Warden and thus saved from the Templars, does that mean he could assume their safety? What if there are things hidden inside the forest that he didn't know about in the future where he wouldn't be there to help his people? Did they miss him? Did they wish that they had protected him instead of casting him out of the clan for their protection? There were so many things he wanted to ask them and so many things he couldn't.
She seemed to speak fondly of her family and her village, something that the Dalish mage could easily relate to as he smiled at the happiness in her tone of voice. Even though she spoke of a harsh life, she spoke as if she understood the values of such like she had taken into accord the bad and the good times, looking back at them as not to label them as "bad and good times", just that they were memories. Simple memories. She spoke like she had no regrets and, even if he may be wrong, Faer had to admire that about her. A person who held the burden of a memory and yet still had strength was something of a rarity and, Creator, Faer appreciated those aspects in life, regardless if they're in his life or someone else's.
It seemed as if his intrigue of her only grew more and more as every word she breathed was spoken. He had intended to ask her more question, wondering what else she could inform him that he would take pleasure in knowing, but she had taken the conversation in a different direction, leading the subject back onto him and instead of pressing her as he wanted, he took the sudden change as a mechanism to avoid an unlikeable topic. As said, he was not one to pry despite his hunger for knowing her better; perhaps, if he felt it were okay to poke and prod, he might return to it later.
But it was her question that had taken his thoughts completely away from their previous process and onto something entirely different. Yes, he surely did miss his father and his friends; yes, he did feel remorse that his father chose to stay with the clan -- or...perhaps...he was forced, Faer didn't know, the Dalish mage was never good at saying goodbye, so he kept their talk short when he was leaving.
Faer nodded in response to her question, "Yes, he did. I lost my mother when I was fifteen, leaving only my father. But, my entire family consists of the entire clan," he pause to give a small chuckle with a lightness in his eyes, "It would be hard to imagine that the Grey Wardens would be willing to recruit all fifteen or so members in my clan, so perhaps it was good that not all of them chose to accompany me." He settled down for a little bit, another pause as his smile slightly faded, "But yes, I do miss them. I miss them very much."
He perked up with a deep breath, "I...do not mean to be rude, but this is not necessarily a subject I am rather fond of, I hope you understand. Is...there anything else you would like to ask me?"