Broken Boulder All my life been a black sheep

once pyro starts to speak and it becomes clear there's no shocking twist about to come, delight relaxes. truthfully he's quite taken by pyro's charm, which is so different from every other rochester he's gotten to meet. he wants to know where on the family tree the woodspun boy falls, but -- more pressing matters, first, like seabreeze's message for him. 

his expression falls slightly at mention of 'complications', even if she's better -- poor thing deserved an easy and uncomplicated life, birth, all of it. "how many are there?" he asks, his voice soft, "and -- do you happen to know their names?" he doesn't know how close pyro and seabreeze are -- if at all -- but he hopes he can answer that. he doesn't ask after the complications -- not unless pyro's willing to part with more details without being pressed. he doesn't really have the right anymore to sit and fret. or at least that's how he feels, maybe selfishly. instead he murmurs "thank you," and adds, "you can tell her -- mine were born, too, all healthy. two girls and a boy, brilliance, solomon, and mali."