[As soon as the name leaves her lips, Walter's brows furrow. Not in anger, rather in scrutiny. It's not hard to notice her squirming; it leaves him feeling restless, too. He shouldn't have to suspect kin like this.

It's disturbing.]

Stella Telmes was lost to us when Crusand attacked the village. . . . Even if you do look alike, she's much younger than you.

[The unspoken question hangs: Who are you, really?]