Sleeping Dragon Shackles around my wrists

At first he thought she wouldn't answer. The amber beauty measured her words when she spoke, a nod accompanying them as though she had decided he was worthy of the information. It was not something he believed about himself but he relished her company. He was surprised at her answer and the emotion was plain on his face. Many? What was many? Perhaps to his companion, many meant three.

She echoed the question back to him and he could not look a gift horse in the mouth. He must continue the conversation he had started, in case it stopped. "One sister. Three brothers." Storm intoned dolefully, watching her still with doe-like brown eyes wide in his skinny face.
 
Next question with a more inquisitive tone: "Do they look like you?"