[He's stunned momentarily by that answer, his eyebrows raising in disbelief before he lets out an amused chuckle. You. He like you.]

You speak from experience! I would rather be spared his complaints, but who can say where my fists may land should he warrant it.

Ah, well. I cannot say the name Ziva rings any bells. The Warrior of Light I know of is no woman. [a slight pause.] ...and any resemblance I bear to him is purely coincidence, we are both Hyur after all.

[At least he's pretty sure that's what they called Humes over there. He doesn't want to entertain the thought of why else he'd look like the WoL right now.]

As for my home first I must ask, know you the tale of Hydaelyn and Zodiark? Of the great sundering, and the reflections it created?