[The sound Celehar makes at that is approaching a chuckle. He can't say Need isn't presumptive, at times - but age and experience do lend themselves to behaving in that way, don't they? It's stranger to hear an apology for it, in comparison to someone like the boarding-house grand-aunt whom he had introduced Othalo Tomasaran to, the cart-driver on his trip to handle the ghoul or to a stubborn warhorse like his Celehadeise grandfather (though he would be a much less favorable comparison to either woman).]

No, you are right. Anora wouldst say the same, and browbeat me besides. [And he sounds wistfully fond of it, despite the words - the 'browbeating' of a friend he misses, now, the truth of it unlocked by the emotion still buoying him along in the moment.]

The complexities lie in the details of mine past, not the heart of the matter. I know not the extent of your own life, but of what I do, you have more right to say it than most, Othalo.