Aurana's grin melted away as Julan spoke. She had caught her breath enough to stand up straight again, though her hair was messed up and she was still taking deep breaths. She sighed in disappointment.

"...Okay." She brushed her hair from her face. "I'm sorry, I just never get to hear about him. I didn't even know he was still alive." She looked over her shoulder and then back to Julan. She managed a smile. "Sorry. Just...excited. So, if you're his son, or..." Her eyes danced between Julan and Rhazii. "If both of you are his sons, brothers. I guess that means I [i]am[/i] your aunt like you say, huh?" She breathed a laugh. "Divines, that makes me feel old. You look older than I am." She pointed to Rhazii.

Rhazii wasn't sure how to react. "Well, actually, we just grew up together, I'm not Janius' son." He placed a hand on his chest.

"Oh, I see, um..." Another small laugh. Aurana itched at the back of her head, her eyes blinking nervously. "Look, I don't even know if mother and father are even going to the castle tomorrow. I think they were just playing a trick on you to get rid of you." She lowered her eyes. "I heard what you said, though, so they might, but...either way, I don't think I'll get to come with them." Her voice began to fade in volume. "They don't really let me out of the house that much." She swallowed the last of her shortness of breath. "I had to sneak out to follow you." In a sudden resurgence, she turned up to Julan and spoke clearly again. "But I don't mind if I don't get to meet him, can you tell me more about Janius, at least? Or yourselves? I really want to know. I don't know if I'll get another chance. Please?" She begged.