[ She is comfortable with conversation, able to ease him into opening the topic with a "secret" by such a simple question. Internally, he is grateful for it, for he would have little idea with what to begin.

But the question itself causes him to consider. Spring in his country... It has been too long. The Endless Night has consumed all of their Star. ]

Our people adored the end of winter, the lengthening of days. It was a time to celebrate new life and the flowers that bloomed.

[ This is true whether he speaks of Lucis in the modern age and that of the citizens in his time; but for the latter, spring's signal of more light had been even more celebratory. Winters were brutal, not only for scarce resources but because daemons had more time to ravage during the night.

A pause, and then he adds, as if recalling something from distant memory: ]

...There were festivals for spring.