The responses he has always given. How can so much have changed, and so little? Is it always like that with the Eldar, or is that just time? Haleth grimaces a little herself, and does not argue the point. "She has my coloring," she says instead, to reassure him. "Your dark eyes, but my brown hair." Lighter than his by far, but darker than that of most of her kin, a deep chestnut brown. "She has your mannerisms, but my features. It would be difficult for one who did not know you well to recognize her as your kin, I think."

But very obvious to anyone who has seen them both laugh, anyone who will recognize the quirk of eyebrow above the rare flash of a smile.