Jophrey laughs. "I don't think they'd recognize me anyway. I was a bloody tailor before..." He cuts himself off, his smile fading. "...Well. Before the Calamity. Nearly ended the world. I had the buggering idiot luck to survive but the rest of my family?" He shakes his head.

"But you would have liked them, I think. My youngest Lily, she wanted to be a healer, and she already knew more about plants and herbs than I ever could. Sweet and gentle as a lamb, she was.

"Now Anya? Anya was fierce as a coeurl, and with twice the fight in her. She wanted to join the Ser--well, the army, and gods, was she furious when I wouldn't allow it." The smile returns, just a little. "As if any father'd allow their daughter to run off in a bloody war. Another year and she wouldn't have needed my leave but...well."