He met her eyes, and it seemed to loosen him up somewhat. He smiled back and stared into his cup. "Sometimes I almost forget what it was like there," he admitted. It seemed so long ago, now. His life had been shoved into combat since he was recruited by the Bann into his service. Not that it was a terrible thing. He would have never met his truest friends otherwise, or Feri he supposed. "But not the memories. The memories always stay, you know?" 

He let the words linger a bit. Gideon's panting was the only audible thing as he began to recount a few images in his head. "When I was little I'd help dad with making saddles. I'd help tan the leather and strip it into sizeable pieces. Sometimes men would let me ride their horses while they had business with my dad. They always thought I'd go too far, and one time I did. But that was just me not knowing how to ride a horse..." 

He shrugged at the memory, almost looking sly while doing it. "I'd help my mom pick flowers and herbs for her work. She'd make medicine for the townspeople. And I'd beat up anyone messing with my siblings too, though not in front of my mom picking herbs...other than that one time. Well, it wasn't in front of her, but I did leave her to do it and she found out about it later when she wondered where I had went. I guess it was surprising to her that her son went from picking flowers to bashing someone's face in but..."