Neverwinter Forest Destiny was close behind her,

"Frost is the crystals that form in the placement of morning dew when it is winter." It was similar, but she knew the difference of so, and while Caerus corrected to snow, her voice softly corrected the young boy with a more elongated help. She smiled gently at him so, a pang of hurt as he reminded her a bit of Asmoses and his curiosity- she wondered where her little boy was for the winter, and hoped he was alright for the upcoming season.

"Your mother is.. Aibreann, yes?" Weakened as she was, her head slowly reached to the ground while asking the boy.. A thought came to be for Miriam, they weren't really 'boys' anymore, but young men. An odd change that she generally would need to get used to.