Fox's Glade i wanna fall through the stars

Atlantis enjoys the added on questions he gets when she continues to speak. He knew she has a family but the details are not there. Their conversation had been short lived when they’d separated, spending most of their time in comfortable silence. He could have been finding out things about her, but after consideration, what would she have shared with him if he’d spoken more? Perhaps not as much as he already possesses, which isn’t very much.
 
“Of course,” he says smoothly, turning his head the presumed direction she’d been going. He moves an inch, offering her the chance to lead. The more they walked, the more they could cover. “Tell me about your sister.”