Robyn wasn't aware that Jamlamin was paying her story any mind; it was a kid's story after all. Still, he approached from behind and spoke words that caused her to think. 

[I] Free of his abilities? A bastard? [/i]

She listened well to his words, even noting a certain bitterness among them. She did not make eye contact as she pondered his words for a moment, her eyes still fixed on the water's glittering surface. The thief's words were much as he said, unpredictable. While she was generally a very good read of people Jamlamin left her stumped. He seemed like a very conflicted man, but she could gather little more from him than that.

“You talk as though the thief's abilities make the whole of him and even control him, “ she said without sparing a glance back at him.

He sat down beside her on the grass,"but besides all of that I think the mage needs a happier ending."

This time she did spare a glance as she caught him sharing her view of the river before them. Chiron apparently overheard the story as well. She almost was ashamed at herself for forgetting their presence, Chiron's in particular was hard to forget.

"This might be the only time, I will ever say this, I agreed with the...spy, the mage should have a way better ending. I like the centaur part, he sounds like an amazing fighter, brave, strong, handsome. He sounds familiar." 

She refocused her gaze back at the water, and pulled her hair over her shoulder and let it rest over her breast before mindlessly running her fingers through the red locks, “Maybe to the mage, that was the best ending she could have hoped for.”