[ Even with just little, his heart goes out to Iorveth. To live in a world where he thinks there have been no spark of light, where all tales threaded in the dark. ]

Yet they are your tales, those that could help me know you better. I can steel my heart against the darkness of them for that purpose.

[ Though he will never insist. Whatever Iorveth wishes to tell him, he'll welcome, if it is nothing... he will accept that as well. ]

Then all the more I ought to appreciate your kindness towards me. [ His lips part in a small huff of a laugh, so very pleased, though it's more subdued now, appropriately for the overall subject of conversation. ] My thanks.