[ help - the wry comment gets a huff, and he looks down at the poro with a similar expression. something wry, something nostalgic. something a little sad, somewhere, deep below the surface. ]

Not even back when things were normal. [ fondly: ] My father would say a noble lord ought not rest on his laurels - there's a land to run and people to be helped. He'd not even let me sleep in past the sunrise, most days.

He was right, but I was a brat about it anyhow. [ with a soft chuckle. ] Some things are better learned when you're older.

[ ... anyway. that's kind of sad, and so he shifts with the sleepy, content little fluffball, and makes his way over to vi. ] Come here, why don't you get covered in goat hair - I bet it likes you too.