He didn't mind at all. In fact he finally chuckled, and let his arms tighten in a warm hug. "It matters not. Bedding can easily be washed."

Another hug. He'd missed this...

"Yes.

"It..." He stifled a sigh and gave a wry little smile. "It is not a story I remember precisely. More a feel that this was what I was needed to become. So here I am." For memories to not be in a clear pattern to be told by an elf was rarely a good thing. But he didn't show any hint of trepidation, just acceptance.