"My goodness." Faith cannot help but smile a little, listening to his recollections.

It's the sort of stories she hears sometimes from her father and brother, and she knows there are things she isn't being told. That there was loss and danger that she was considered too fragile to hear. It is, she reminds herself, a kind of affection, but she can be quietly irritated by it.

"And you captured one of the Eagles."