But the Dalish mage never got to a conclusion on his thoughts because in addition to the blonde elf that had been rescued during the skirmish (and was now on Jill's horse, safe), two more had emerged from the bushes and called attention to themselves, one of them seeking peace and the other...the other...his father.
Brown eyes widened and his jaw fell open and despite the fact that he should have known (his father was a hunter, he traveled the Brecilian Forest often), the utter shock was obvious in the features of his face. As a man who thought that he would never see his family again, a man who realized that he could very well never see his clan -- his home -- again, had come to terms with that and even accepted it...yet, here his father was, Valan Arandil, standing in front him, looking just as astounded as he was. What had surely only been a few moments felt like entire minutes to him as he processed this information and, before Faer could even understand what he was doing, his feet walked towards the older man, his voice almost to a whisper of disbelief, "Famae?"
When close enough, he reached out to his father's shoulders, his face still stuck in surprise as laughed incredulously at the sight in front of him. And then, ever so slightly and slowly, a smile appeared, once that reached his ears when he finally took in the fact that his father was actually standing in front of him. "Creator's mercy," he continued, speaking the native tongue of Dalish, "I thought...I thought I'd never see you again."