All signs point to a quiet discomfort on his part. That's definitely not her intention here. Still, she can understand overly enthusiastic relatives and acquaintances - she's had her fair share of those over the years. "But surely green eyes aren't uncommon among the whole of the world? It seems like an odd thing to comment on all the time."

The question gets a wry smile from her. "Actually, I take after my father. My mother's hair is of a lighter tone than mine, her eyes brown, and her face more round than mine." She pauses then adds, "I actually... have a portrait of them now. In my room, at the inn. I didn't point it out before, since we were otherwise occupied, but it's there. Steve... he took the time to work with me on it, worked with me to draw from my memory." She smiles softly. "It was very sweet of him, and it turned out, well, perfect." Her happiness at the thought is undeniable. To actually see her family again, in one form another, is something she takes great solace in.