Hawthorn tried to be a brave young man, a little smile daring to show itself from his cautious and shy face. No need for formalities. It's quite alright. Just Nóttin is alright. A smile of his own grew wide, the larger male now approaching and standing nearly beside him. Talk of Freya caught the boy's attention, allowing an in so to speak for the Pillar to possibly gain some trust. Oh yes, we grew up together in a land far away from here. Long before we both came to Mythris. She was just as shy then as she is now, but still had that sweet demeanor to her. I saw it again when I found her during the tournament at Northfall.

He wondered just how much Freya had told her children, keeping that thought to himself as he continued to gain the boy's trust. Hawthorn continued to show his softer, less confident side. He really was like his mother. That's nothing to be ashamed of. I didn't for a long time either. I was nervous when I was much younger. I struggled a lot in certain situations. I see potential in you though, make no mistake. The world is your oyster. All you have to do is grab it. Nóttin hoped that his words reached the shy yearling, wanting nothing more then to see his confidence in himself grow.