The boy certainly hadn't made the same comparisons in his own mind, the innocence of youth still allowing naivety and leaving him unable to imagine a life without Novella and Frith there to guide him. He still felt he could have used a little bit of that guidance now as he tried to console his mother and speak to her, convinced he wasn't helping matters at all. She wouldn't burst into tears though and so apparently he wasn't making a horrible mess of things, not yet anyway.
"What were they like?" Aslan eventually enquired, breaking the silence that had fallen over them. He was unable to hold the question in any longer, he had been wondering for a while and that was part of what he had come to find out today after all. Evidently they were loved but that wasn't enough to really know someone. He'd never know them as well as many of his family had unfortunately but he could at least learn a little more about them and hopefully right now that little lesson on his grandparents would begin, either that or he would only succeed in starting those tears he was hoping to avoid.
