He was silent as she let loose about her hatred of her half-brother.  Hands fisted casually on his knees, he studied her in silence as she let it out, and he was finally able to understand her a bit better.  It explained why she seemed so distant, for starters, why she had taken to living up in the mountains.  There were few places more removed, harder to find, then these mountains.<br/><br/>When she suddenly switched topics he let it lie, although he would certainly spend some time pondering how best to respond to her feelings; she needed closure, release from her past, but how could that be arranged if the source of all her pain was already slain, and by his hand even?<br/><br/>The task was met with a hint of a confused frown.  It certainly was not what he had been expecting; his was a world of martial prowess, of brawn and skill and instinct.  The task seemed far better suited to those 'Knights' that burned away the hours on poetry and lutes, fine clothes and intricate dances.  It was a world rather foreign to him; but, he would not allow himself doubt or even the chance of failure.  He had a wealth of instruction from his years growing up at the fortress abbey, and had never considered himself slow witted or particularly out of touch with one's gentler side.  Find a rare, beautiful flower?  How hard could it be, truly?<br/><br/>"Well, a walk in the garden would likely do me some good anyways.  Fresh air can do wonders for recovery."  He smiled warmly to the two, any trace of doubt as to his abilities for such a task dismissed and forgotten.  What was the point of a trial, if it were something you were good at, after all?