Of course, Llewellyn’s expression softened considerably at the explanation. Something slightly sad and nostalgic in his eyes as he listened. He was soft when it came to kids, especially those in circumstances that were… not far from his own growing up. Orphaned young, abandoned by the one family member he knew, and… it had only gotten more rough from there. If he hadn’t had his adoptive brothers, it was hard to say how his life would have turned out. “Mm… I’m glad to hear that the lodge is so welcoming to them. It’s… different where I’m from.” Clearing his throat awkwardly, he plowed on ahead. “But I’m sure Pretzel will be happy for their curiosity! He’s very good with children. There were some in the last world I was in and they were fond of him… And he was quite fond of them in return.”

Llewellyn had been fond of them too, and he missed them… And worried about what life they’d gone back to. Regardless of their behavior, he had always known when they needed to talk and when they needed patience.