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He quirked an eyebrow at Wildfire's random observation. Technically speaking, he had seven sons: Pura, "Derp," Nightjar and the latest four. He hadn't though of his eldest and adopted boy in a long time. Peregrine wondered if he was still with Saena, though he somehow doubted it. Pura had always been a bit... strange. He might not even be alive. That thought should have bothered him, yet Peregrine felt disconnected. Thinking about "Derp" didn't hurt, either, though he had never truly known him.

"Indeed," he replied, unsure what else to say about it. "Feel free to ditch that trend anytime, though." He winked his good eye. Peregrine had no reason to believe she would ever leave Moonspear, unless something drastic happened. He didn't want anything to disrupt her happy home life there. He sighed fondly as he added, "But I'm sure things are good enough to keep you there? How are things?" Had he seriously not asked that yet? No, wait, he had... but Wildfire had skated right over it.