[ For such a slight gesture, it's ridiculously endearing, enough so that the sad look in her eyes disperses quickly, replaced by the kind of fond smile that only seems to come easily around those she's had the chance to really get to know.

Trying to picture him as a runty little kid certainly didn't hurt.

Once her hand is freed, she reaches for her wine, amused while she considers the question. ]

Maybe, but I might have been a bad influence back then. When I wasn't chasing after Nojiko I was terrorizing my village. Genzo was always bringing me back to my mom because I'd stolen a book or something.