[ Gwen moves along with him as he pulls her closer, still puffed up protectively before relaxing once they have a little more space. There's still some lingering worry under the surface, but first she needs to make sure her son is alright - peering up at him with a furrow in her brow. ]

I have no idea... I just woke up here. Last thing I remember, I was doing some work around the fields.

[ So she does look a little dishevelled at the moment, beyond the usual shellshock of being dumped somewhere. ]

That's right, I was accused of slander of all things! Any sort of badmouthing I've done is all true!

[ Her parents deserve it, and will always deserve it. But then Gwen hesitates, reaching to squeeze his hand. ]

What about you, Astralin? I assume you had a parchment like that too.