The second part of the conversation has been forgotten. "... children." Ardbert's expression softens and saddens. "He would. Not that I can blame him."
But even Emet could have moments of weakness, only for the disappointment to remind him of why he shouldn't have been weak. He nods along to what she says.
Ardbert's smile grows wistful, and he snuggles in a bit closer to her. "Aye, he did. She would've been at home as a child of Amaurot."
Ardbert hums in agreement. "I loved my village, but I still left it seeking adventure. I didn't much like the idea of staying there my entire life. Different reasons, same result, I suppose."
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To be reminded each day of what he lost by looking at a malformed pittance of a soul. To have children that he would watch grow, wither, and die.
"Unless required for appearances, I can't see him enjoying the disappointment of mortal offspring."
That all said...
"But he seemed ever so fond of Ryne, didn't he? So patient and indulgent. It's no wonder she was fond of him in turn."
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Ardbert's smile grows wistful, and he snuggles in a bit closer to her. "Aye, he did. She would've been at home as a child of Amaurot."
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"Hemera loved Amaurot," she says, contemplative. "But...she did not like it. It was why she thrived as Azem, I think."
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